Crimson Witch Novels & Stories

“This is the most powerful witch in the entire waterfall region. I have something I need to confirm right this instant.” With a sharp gesture, he pointed the witch directly toward me. I instinctively tightened the fabric of my silk robe, which secretly concealed a galaxy of Logan’s dark, possessive hickeys underneath. The witch pulled out a crystal ball and began chanting under her breath. Within seconds, a brilliant, blinding aura of silver and deep purple light saturated the glass orb. “A silver soul for the host,” the witch murmured, her eyes wide. “And a purple aura for the mate.” I knitted my brows in confusion. The witch scanned the bewildered crowd, her eyes darting frantically. “Purp

"Now come. One last dose." I hesitated — every instinct screaming at me to stay where I was — but I moved toward her anyway. The blue potion touched my skin where the scar should have been, and it vanished, like it had never existed at all. Who was this woman? "There's something you need to know, Ophilia." Her tone shifted, dropping into something graver, something that made the room feel colder. "You are the last living Crimson wolf." Crimson. The word slammed into me again, the same word Sydney had spat at me like an insult I wasn't meant to understand.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

Crimson was satisfied with the way things are turning out, she had successfully turn the table around and marlee a mess of the three evil friends. She herself was a kind and soft person but was a no nonsense and can be extremely evil when she is stepped on, she is very wise and sly that they can't beat her at all.

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

And then they killed her. The Wiccan Council, a group of the strongest wizards and witches in Crimson Bay, was set up by Margaret Andrews when she found out she wasn't chosen as the next stone guardian for the ruby stone. She was the elder twin to grandma, older by twelve minutes and presumed to be the next stone guardian and Queen of the Wiccan Kingdom.

Crystal chuckled as she answered, “I helped your mother give birth to you. Your elemental powers were very strong and a danger to everyone around you. I was the only one who could handle the heat. Anyway that crest belong to the Black Widow Pack.” Maeve gasped, even a young witch like herself had heard of the notorious Black Widow Pack. Fear tingled through as she wondered if she was doing the right thing in looking for her father. Did he even know that she existed or was she just the result of a one night stand. Her inner musing was brought to a sudden end at the sound of a low enraged growl. Looking up she saw the grey wolf from earlier standing in front of them. “Well now, looks like thes

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.