Elven Witch Novels & Stories

“But first…” “In case you haven’t noticed,” she continued, tilting her head playfully, “I’m not a werewolf.” I blinked at her, confused. “You’re not?” Evelina’s lips curved, and for the first time, I noticed the faint shimmer in her eyes, something that didn’t belong to any wolf. “No,” she said, her tone calm and laced with quiet power. “Our mother wasn’t one either. She was a witch. Alaric inherited Father’s wolf, but I… inherited her magic.”

Zeus asks once they arrive near the woods. “No...leave me alone.” Xavier scowls. She rolls her eyes and turns to Elina. “Do you wanna go for a run?” “Me?” Elina looks around, confused. “Yes, you. Would you like to run with me?” “Ah...I can’t…I’m not a werewolf. “I know that; you’re a witch, right. Witches can create spirit wolves; we have a couple here who run with us.” “Really? Can you tell me how?” Elina asks to beam. If she could run with Xavier, then she wouldn’t be so different from him.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mandalynn Hope Ellis, you may call me Hope. I am twenty-four years old, the half werewolf half witch spawn of Alpha Leith Ellis of the Blood Moon Rising pack and his mistress the Sorceress Lady Abigail Caluder of the Black Witch Mountain coven. When I was two years old, my father found his fated mate his now Luna, Luna Helena. My mother had bowed out gracefully, but they still remained close and acclaimble in raising me. I spent my childhood between my father's pack and my mother's coven.

The air smelled of ozone, burnt sage, and the metallic tang of impending slaughter. Elowen, the lead witch, stood at the apex of the circle. Her robes billowed in a wind that didn't exist for anyone else, and her eyes were voids of swirling smoke. She raised her hands, and the ground erupted into shimmering, translucent glyphs that locked the fortress in a cage of concentrated magic.

“Virechant stands with the white coven, and with you, son.” And the cheers rise again, louder still, joyous and unrelenting, a celebration of a new beginning. I turn back to the white witches, Xelina’s grandmother among them, and offer my hand, more than a gesture, a promise. “Let them hear your voice.” She steps forward, her presence calm but commanding. “I am Elysia, leader of the white witches,” she begins, her voice clear and warm. “Grandmother to Xelina, princess of Virechant, mother of Nadjia, who was also a white witch. She fell in love with a shifter from Lunemar, Xelina’s father. I will lead the remainder of the coven who stood against the darkness.”

She was the leader of the bully group. At the age of fifteen, she was recommended by the elders to become the next Luna. The Alpha of the Wildfire pack at the time, Alpha Raven O'Malley, neither approved nor rejected the elders' suggestion. The elders in the spirit of fierce loyalty immediately gave Marlowe strict guidance. The world Marlowe envisioned did not turn out the way she wanted. The arrival of Elara Hawthorne, a great witch, shattered her dreams of becoming a Luna. Although the elders seemed to dislike Elara's identity as a witch, they did not reject her openly. No matter what Elara looked like, she was the mate of their Alpha. The woman was chosen by the Moon Goddess for their Alp

Vlador explained. “An earth witch using ice witch magic? Very intriguing.” Igredris mused, then added, “The blood curse belongs to the Elix witch clan only. It’s a pure-blood ice of a clan with an unbroken lineage from their ancient ancestors, who split off long ago. They are known for their white hair. Elix is the only witch clan not hostile to vampires. Their ancestors had good relations with the Verdonix clan.” Vlador’s eyes widened a little. The Verdonix clan? He didn’t know they had ties with witches.

​But the witches had no intention of engaging the warriors on the ground. ​The lead witch fixed her milky, soulless eyes directly on Elena. A horrific, mocking grin stretched across her pale lips, tearing the translucent skin at the corners of her mouth until dark, stagnant blood trickled down her chin. She drew a deep, rattling breath, and then she let it out. ​It wasn't a breath. It was a spell.

Her cloak was woven with bones, her eyes glowing red with malevolent power. The very air seemed to warp around her, thick with dark magic. Power leaked from her like poison, spreading through the battlefield like an infection. Kael shifted back, his eyes locked on her, his expression one of grim determination. “Witch,” he growled, his voice low and threatening. Elandra smiled, the expression cold and knowing. “Alpha,” she said, her voice sweet as venom. Aria’s wolf growled, her teeth bared as she stood beside Kael, her body tense, ready to spring into action. Her eyes met Elandra’s, and the witch’s smile widened.

My mate asked “Unfortunately, I do. He really is the worst of the worst. His whole coven is full of dark witches and warlocks. He takes evil to a whole new level. If he is involved, the objective is more than just ruling over the supernaturals. Elvin wants total domination for himself. He is only using those fouls to accomplish it. If he is working on a spell to control a spirit animal, it is not just for wolves, but for all shifters. He is just using the wolves as subjects to keep suspicion down. We really have to stop him and we need to find those wolves he has before he makes any more advances. I think I know the spell he is using and I can do a spell on our allies to protect them against