Elven Witch Novels & Stories

There were some rumors among the people that Qontessah had so many guards around her not for her own protection but for the protection of those around her. This is why the island was constantly recruiting people who were solely handled by Xander. She was cruel and was labeled a witch, but Qontessah was eviler and frightening than she was. If she is a white witch, then Qontessah was a dark or black witch, a true agent of darkness, but when she thinks about it, she still has a good heart.

I'm not sure what lies on the other side, but I know Arvin and his guards frequently enter it to come back a few days later. "My-oh-my!" A witch named Elodie walks down the stairs. Her skin is a deep shade of mahogany, and her long hair is dark and silky smooth—the perfect match with her green, emerald dress. She is beautiful to behold, but I would never trust her. Elodie is too cunning. "Ready to leave?" Elodie asks and smiles at Arvin in a flirtatious way. She got the right body shape to charm the pants off any man. "I hope your plan works," Arvin says with his appreciating eyes caught on the gorgeous woman. He looks ready to devour her. "Fairies supposedly live for a very long time, but w

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."

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.

Lancelot shook his head. " Back to the situation at hand, what do you know about this Elfin Witch?" Hikaru redirected. " Well, she's currently hiding out in an abandoned church close to Ralux borderline just 10 miles from here. She keeps that Flungoues in a shed 2 miles away from the church. The Flungoues is in a weak state since it used most of its power escaping from Zakheaven but it has been draining the Elfin's life source for the past 3 days. So do not underestimate it! They are just as powerful as a Level 2 Leighdal beast."

the witch asked, her eyes shifting between the siblings. Princess Elara and Micah looked at each other. Micah glanced at Alina again, then back at his sister. He shook his head firmly. “I’m not doing it,” he said. “Then I will,” Princess Elara said without hesitation as she stood up. Hatred burned brightly in her eyes. She had waited too long for this moment, and nothing will stop her. The witch turned toward the floating knife and muttered a command in a strange, ancient language. The blade slowly moved through the air toward Princess Elara.

asked Eruza. "They always flocked, in the book it is written that if the Silver Wolf is very fast, Nelson is not suitable for fighting the Silver Wolf, because the silver wolf is wind element," Azareel explained briefly but understood by everyone. Hearing that, Nelson's face grew even paler, suddenly someone tapped Nelson's shoulder lightly. "Tanner," Nelson called. "Yes?" Tanner replied. "I'm afraid," said Nelson, clearly visible in his voice and body trembling, moreover Azareel told me if his strength was not as powerful as the silver wolf.

"You see there's a thin line between spells and potions. And yes, just about every spell can be a potion but, there are some disadvantages to using potions, like side effects and long durations. In our next class we'd look into that." Olive's hand went up next, "what are you?" The witches looked at Olive with confusion, they couldn't imagine Elma as anything other than a warlock Elma laughed breezily, "you're a perceptive one, aren't you?" She observed, looking at Olive approvingly. "Well I'm a druid, you can't be imagining there being any female warlock, now, are you?" The witches stared at Elma in amazement. "A druid..." Anonna whispered.

Shadows lengthened, twisting unnatural. A shimmer by the hearth, air rippling like water. Then she was there—Elowen, not flesh but ghost, silver hair floating, eyes glowing faint. Tessa gasped, dropping a jar; it shattered, shards scattering. 'You,' Elowen whispered, voice echoing hollow, like from a cave. Her form drifted, ignoring me, fixed on Tessa. 'Not just herbs and shadows, child. Descendant of the first weaver—the witch who birthed the curse in blood and moon. Your line started the chains on wolves. And it can end them.'