Romans & histoires Blonde Witches

The only acceptable witches are the ones who make the potions to help the wolves with their day-to-day struggles and vanities. “You’ve got this,” she claps me on the back. “Now steel yourself,” Rosemary laughs. “Things are about to get hairy.” I shake my head at her bad joke as I read over our cocktail menu one more time. Everything seems straightforward enough. It appears that wolves and witches enjoy a gin and tonic just like everyone else. As people start filing in I immediately see what Rosemary meant by the witches. They glow. I don’t just mean the clothing that they choose to wear, which glimmers like captured starlight. But the witches themselves. Their skin has a pale shimmer that sh

Around it stood a group of witches, adorned in flowing robes that glimmered with glowing runic tattoos, their eyes hungry with anticipation as they caught sight of the intruders. Amelia froze, heart racing as their presence enveloped the room in an alluring yet dangerous ambiance. The witches regarded the crew with an intensity that sent shivers coursing down her spine. “Look what the tide brought in,” one witch purred, her voice smooth as silk, an enigmatic smile creeping across her lips as she stepped forward. The flicker of torchlight caught the angles of her face, casting her in an ethereal glow that captivated Amelia's attention.

I had no other choice, I had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this. The wolves couldn’t enter the circle and they were hurting themselves trying to get in. I focused all my strength, all my power into one final spell. “Brenna bikkja.” I screamed with everything in me as the blue flames erupted from my hands and enveloped me with such a fury that Sabine started burning both on the inside and the outside. She screamed with such ferocity that the two other witches stepped out of the circle as they tried to get away from the flames.

A wedding that will happen in the next few minutes if I don't do something to stop it. The house is swarming with witches in blue dresses, each of them with hair styled in shining waves over one shoulder, just as my stepmother always wore hers. Many of the women resembled her, not just in clothing, but in appearance. While there was the occasional redhead or fair brunette, most were that same golden blond that Tabitha and Ashlynd share. Even their faces are all oddly similar as if they were closely related. Moving in groups, their gestures are almost perfectly aligned, with the same attitude of demure power that seems like a contradiction.

I smirked when Ares picks up speed and as soon as his paws near the crumbled earth, he stops, sending me flying in the air. Ayla peeks out, my nails come out and my canines extend as I growl. I land on the earth on my fours, my hair whipping back as I glared at Mericel and the cowering witches. I was not fully wolf but surely they could see my wolf’s eyes. "Please." One begged as she backs away. Her blonde hair was beautiful, cascading down her back. I worked a quick spell and the blonde witch screams in pain. Her long nails claw at her face as the once beautiful skin begins to melt. Seeing this, the rest of the witches disappear, no doubt teleporting somewhere else.

Blue and Cane stood before the three witches with peaky eyes on them, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” The eldest of the witches said in a smile. “A witch and an Alpha so far from home” the youngest added looking keenly back at them. “What did you do to my friends?” Blue demanded, she knew it was their doing that Anthonia and others got lost along the way. “They are insignificant to us so we took them out” the middle aged witch answered in a poised manner.

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

And upon closer inspection, they were witches with distinctive copper-red hair. “Not far away there must be a lot of witches hiding. Let's catch and kill them. Avenge our people who died at the hands of Axton's people,” de Luca commanded, igniting the spirits of the potion cultists. After transferring to a smaller boat, de Luca was brought to shore. And as expected, there were indeed a lot of witches hiding there. One of them is a teenager playing sand castle. Her hair is fiery red and tied up high using grass that has been made in such a way to make it look beautiful.

“I’m invincible in these walls. It’s an extension of me.” “What are you?” He glared at her, furiously. Esmer understood his question well. Witches were known for their sneaky tricks like spells and hexes because in the literal sense of the word that is what they were capable of. They weren’t fit for combat. If they could they wouldn’t have hidden from the world or cowered to human Kings. But Sarang Tribe Hostesses were different: she, Barilla, Laylin, and others who shared their blood was the epitome of witch power. The Red Witches. They had several common traits, all of them shared Red hair and blue eyes.