Blonde Witches Novels & Stories

The thought of having a child bride sickens me. Who wants to marry an evil dragon obsessed with power? But Sera and the dragon mentioned a prophecy about the next Red Witch. My grandmother said that Icarus foresaw the downfall of the black dragon at the hands of the subsequent Red Witch - me. If my memories are correct, my mother, who had no magic, wasn't a redhead but blonde—more light platinum blonde, almost white. It's rare for anyone to have such hair color. If this world were a video game, platinum blonde hair would direct lines of elves.

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

Elliot shook his head, “Hell no. I will not risk you getting caught too.” I cast a protection spell on both of us and teleported us to the ladies. I cast a protection spell on all of them and smiled, “I’m here to get you ladies out of here. Everyone hold hands and we can go to our place first.” All of the ladies held hands, and I asked, “Ready?” They all nodded and with a nod of my head, we were back at our place. The ladies all looked around with a gasp and one asked, “What are you?” I smiled, “I am a werebear, a witch, a werewolf, and a dragon. This is my dad, Wade. He is a Werebear. My mate, Elliot, is a werewolf and dragon. Are you all human?” Out of fifty women, all but fifteen raised t

“Now… tell me. Why did we flee the castle with a dragon at our backs?” I touched the necklace at my throat. Its weight grounded me, though it answered nothing. My mouth was dry. My heart pounded. But I forced the words out. “Do you believe in witches?” Flynn’s brows pulled together, his lips parting before sound caught up. He studied me as though I had just uttered something forbidden, something dangerous. His voice, when it came, was slow and careful. “Witches? You mean… like the ones from the old tales? The ones who once challenged the Four Courts for dominion?”

Myra said. " What?? You are too young for that. You might have been hurt. " I was shocked. How can she be so stupid? " Oh, God !! She is not stupid. We just did the non-fire activities. We mixed the batter and she cooked pancakes for us. The best ones. Very tasty... We poured chocolate syrup and honey over them. " Viren said. " Oh, ok. " " Mamu, she flipped that perfectly. " " What?? Pancake ?? "

"For a witch." "For my mate," Kael said. "The species is irrelevant to the law." "The species," Maren said, and now the pleasantness in her voice had thinned to something underneath it, something cold and very old, "is the entire point of the law, Kael. Ordinance Seventeen exists because wolf witches are a destabilizing force. They can unravel the bonds that hold packs together. They can unmake what the moon built." Her eyes moved to me. Cool and direct and entirely without warmth. "This one tried to sever your bond the moment she met you. You told me as much in your report."

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

Brinsle asked, pointing to Astrid’s iron hooks. “Nevermind that,” Beta Brighton said uneasily. “Brinsle. You know better than to come to the palace. Especially now. We know that your coven has been supplying the enemy, Alpha Skylar, with potions.” “It’s not MY coven. It’s Lucinda’s,” Brinsle rolled her eyes. I assumed Lucinda was the name of the head witch. “Fine. But Brinsle, you must know that things are especially tense between the wolves and the witches right now. If anyone had recognized you as a shapeshifting witch…well…you could have been…”

Alley said, trying to clear up any confusion. I could see the wheels turning in their heads. "The other ladies are lunas but are the chosen six and those are their alpha mates. Aside from Ambrosia and I they make up the wolf and white witch council." I said making sure they knew who everyone was. "We weren't aware you were all related. The last thing we heard was you and Queen Ambrosia were fighting or had gotten into a fight." Brent said, making us laugh. "Ah yes, you see there was a war before this and our little great white witch over there called for an alliance between myself and Pythia. We did get into a fight, I needed to see her strength before I made the decision, and please just ca

’ I pleaded silently, straining against the magical bonds with all my might. ‘Almost there,’ Arena assured, her voice steady despite the chaos. But before her magic could shatter their binding spell, my heart nearly stopped. My blood ran cold as I saw the other witch grab Blair’s hair, yanking her head to one side with brutal force. Blair screamed, struggling against her captor, but it was no use. The witch’s canines elongated, sharp and deadly, and my eyes widened in horror. Realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—they weren’t ordinary witches. They were vampire hybrids.