Elena Witch Novels & Stories

Cressida walked to center stage and her feet were bare and her head was high and her hands were steady. "From the top," Eliana said. The scene began and the actors moved and the words were familiar. The energy was different now. The anger was gone and the focus was sharp and the rhythm was back. "I am not a witch," Cressida said and her voice was steady. "I have no compact with the devil. I am a good woman and I have lived a good life." The actor stepped forward and his face was hard and his voice was loud. "You lie. You have been seen in the forest. You have been seen with the devil. You have been seen making pacts with the dark."

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an

I said, my voice gravelly. “Very well, Mr. Atlas.” Another image began to appear. “One last thing. This is the witch you will be looking for.” Another image was sent to my cellphone, I stare at the image then there was her picture, it was Elena but one thing I never miss is her long not too blonde hair, something more of platinum white. Her red lips were full and cheekbones sharp, giving her an exotic look when combined with her glowing, beige skin. Lastly, her eyes captured my attention. A light blue with a darker outer ring framed by long, thick lashes.

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

Blood sprayed from his split lip. “Enough!” Elena’s voice rang out across the clearing. She stood at the cabin’s edge, power radiating from her in visible waves. The air around her crackled with magical energy, her eyes glowing with an eerie green light. The three men immediately dropped to defensive postures, recognition and fear flashing across their faces. “Half witch,” the leader spat blood. “Should have known.” “You should have known a lot of things.” Elena walked forward, each step deliberate. “Like that this territory is under my protection. That I don’t appreciate uninvited guests. And that threatening my student is a very, very bad idea.”

Every sentence only hammered my resolve harder. Because they weren’t wrong. If I didn’t find another path, someone—out of fear, out of desperate pragmatism, out of old superstition—might decide I was the cleanest offering. Maybe not Lucian. Maybe even Lucian, if she cornered him with enough of his people’s lives on the line. I could not let it come to that. “My grandmother warned me,” Elena whispered. “She said witches like her will always ask for hearts. For blood that matters. Tokens aren’t enough.”

she devilishly said and then smirked. “Before you can do that, you will kiss all of us first!” Eliana said boldly. The witch looked at her. Eliana felt scared, but she didn’t show it. No. She’s not weak. She’s in the Alpha bloodline. She belongs to the race of brave and strong creatures, and surely they have nothing to worry about. Two Alphas were with them at the moment. This sorcerer had nothing to do with them. Eliana thought that by her brother’s strength, the sorcerer would be defeated immediately.

As if she didn't want the other rogues to hear what she just confess to me. "What do you mean you weren't born a werewolf?" I asked her with a confused face, I have no idea what she was talking about. "I was originally a witch, my mother is the leader of a pagan religion that practices witchcraft and she's been practicing this spell on how to turn our kinds into a werewolf. She first used that spell on me, we thought it was successful but it wasn't." Elena told me and I was just looking at her with a raised brow, I was contemplating on whether to believe her or not. I could hardly believe the story that she just told me because as far as I know, witches don't exist anymore.

Levi asked while the others nodded in agreement. “Your friend here was born with a hybrid blood and by that I mean, she is a half wolf and a half witch. Only that her wolf form seems to be weak compared to her Witch form.” Garfield looked at his mate again and couldn’t find it hard to believe that she was a witch. “As a bloodline of my sister, my sister takes control of her body once in a while” the old man also included. Everyone turned around and stared at Elena who hadn’t woken up from her sleep and while some wondered how it was possible for her to be a witch, others like Levi thought it was a miracle having to see a hybrid.