Coraline Witch Novels & Stories

The title of the chapter reads CORAL’S BEGINNING, and I settle back to read. Coral Aileen Kensworth, born on the 4th of August 1420. Daughter to the late Crown Prince Kent Kensworth and Crown Princess Victoria Kensworth, and granddaughter to the late King of England. King Edward Lucas Kensworth. She was once engaged to be married to a Duke’s son, Ronald Lockhart, but the engagement was broken off after her disguised death at sea. Coral formed elemental society by recruiting 40 young conjurers after travelling through Europe with her beloved husband, a young lad who was her most trusted confidant, and her loyal maid. Knight Nicholai Vent, Coral’s husband was the first person she met and recru

Nadilla wondered what he meant by not human and elemental, while Coralis’ mind went to other weird stuff that happened that she couldn’t explain. “In classic human lore, we could be described as some kind of witch, although I assure you, there are a lot of differences between a witch and a mage,” added Roberto. “Wait,” said Nadilla, coming to a realization. “Do you think Coralis is the one who broke the windows and lights where we used to live?”

Opening the door to the ritual room freed them from Agatha’s spell, and the warlocks could use their powers yet again. “I didn’t employ you to take what’s mine, witch. Or do you want to join the coven witches soon?” Baltazar stretched his fingers, and a sharp black nail extended from his forefinger by an inch. He pressed it against Elaine’s cheek, dragging it down to her jaw, drawing blood as a muffled whimper came out of her throat.

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

she begins, "several years ago, about the alpha's son - Adam - and his destined mate. The daughter of Alexander, the overthrown alpha of the skyline pack, and Freya, the most powerful witch in all the seven packs." I exhale sharply, my brows furrowing in thought. "So Tammy - Arabella, she is a..." "Witch, yes. A werewolf, also yes," she pauses, her expression darkening. "And she must be stopped before she is fully bound to Adam-" "It's too late for that, I fear." Matilda's head snaps towards me, eyes burning. "What do you mean?" "They mated on the night of the full moon." The room is silent for a beat. Then, Matilda slams her hand onto the altar, her voice rising in fury. “And you did nothin

let go. Power exploded from me in a wave that flattened trees and sent wolves flying. When my vision cleared, I was standing outside the ruined car, Luna safely in my arms. My body glowed with crimson light, and my eyes—I could see their reflection in Marcus's terrified face—burned gold. "What are you?" he whispered. "I am Camille Bell," I heard myself say, though the voice was mine and not mine. "Daughter of Rose Bell, last Queen of the Crimson Coven. And you made a mistake coming after my child."

But from the scents that were coming from the woods, it did not smell like Rogue was around, it's better for us to find out what brought those girls into the woods. “Which one of us is going to do the interrogation?” Cohen asks. “ About the three of us handle it,” I say cause I didn't fully trust myself or my wolf to not do anything to scare those girls away, snapping my finger when I remember Harley saying a witch was coming “What time is the witch supposed to get here?” “ She is supposed to be here in a couple of hours if she is driving,” he says, checking his watch. “ Alright since we never have any problem with them, get an omega to clean a room for her to stay,” I told him before lookin

She had a sense of foreboding danger seize her heart as she gazed up at him, before breaking eye contact and looking down at her hands. "Look at me, Coraline." His voice was icy and seething, as his dark eyes burned into hers. "What you witnessed tonight was not for your eyes. Why did you disobey me and come into my office without knocking? You know better than that. I raised you to know better. Why did you disobey me?" He came around the desk and stood in front of her. His hands were clenched into fists as he tried to keep his wolf at bay. Cora knew all about Alpha's and their wolves surfacing when they were quick to anger. This was no different and she whimpered quietly.

It was the same color as Elinor’s. “Then that means… Glinda was not her real mother. Does Elinor know?” Colin inquired, his heart feeling bad for Elinor. “No, nobody knows aside from your father and me, and now, you.” was his mother’s quick reply. “And it should stay that way,” she added in a serious tone. “She’s a Were-witch, Colin. Gregor’s wife is a witch.” Colin didn’t know what to say. His mind stopped working for a minute. When the realization finally dawned on him, he couldn’t make much sense of it.

Once they all returned to Vito’s home after the funeral, Coraline excused herself in order to get some sleep. Due to the havoc the miscarriage was having on her body, she felt more drained than ever. After making sure she was okay in bed, Vito walks down the stairs to find Jayden in the kitchen pulling the tie from around his neck.