Elven Witch Novels & Stories

There's crashing sounds from between the trees and a band of four of my team burst through, dragging Iain with them. It’s a split second of hesitation on Luca’s part, but it’s enough for Elsbeth to roll away from him. But she shocks us all, rolling directly into the cage that should have contained her. I can see the body of the Southern Witch, sprawled on the floor and I frown. Was the Witch carrying a weapon? ‘Stop her!’ It’s a command that has every wolf racing towards Elsbeth as she straightens and pulls the Prison closed, surrounding herself in silver laced magic.

The witch said that only five of the ancient witches are left and one of them is in Taewe and her name is Elphina. "So these ancient witches are powerful?" Ayla asked. "I guess. These ancient witches are blessed by the Moon Goddess. They possessed a power that no other witch has," said Atticus. It's almost night so we decided to rest. We build a camp to spend the night. Before going to sleep Draven told us their history with witches. According to him, their kind has always been on the opposing sides ever since. But their ancestors grew tired of their conflict so they made a peace treaty.

“He’s already here. I can smell him.” “I know,” I whispered. “He wants us to walk into his jaws.” “Then let him choke.” I turned to face Damien. “Split them.” He nodded once. The order traveled down the army like lightning. Wolves broke into three wide arcs, spreading to the valley edges. Witch covens took their formations behind them, their hands lifting, threads of magic connecting one to another until they hummed like a living web. I watched Elen, the young witch with Bianca’s pendant, stand among them. She did not tremble. She only raised her palm and the ground beneath us answered.

“Maybe?” “What you didn’t know? I thought you were a witch!” Kael’s fear was slowly being replaced with excitement. Elena's laughter filled the dimly lit room, warm and inviting, contrasting with the shadows lurking just beyond the flickering candlelight. "Ah, child, there are many kinds of witches. Some abide by those outdated images," she teased, leaning toward him. "But I am a witch of a different kind—one bound by destiny and the secrets of the arcane." As she spoke, her eyes were looking at her left hand and as she expected, the faint black lining thickened a little but it didn’t get darker.

My wolf howled inside my chest, rebelling against my weak human side. “There is a way, but it’s only a temporary solution. The only witch capable of creating a strong enough protection is Elowen. As a hybrid, she possesses the magic necessary to fight this ancestral curse.” Damares spoke, looking directly at Elowen. I looked at my friend, surprised yet hopeful. If Elowen could be the key to saving Benjamin, I was willing to do anything.

" She bowed to them, and came forward to meet the group. Somewhere around the cave, the minstrels started their unearthly music, that sounded eerie and spiritual at the same time. "Princess Aelanor, Lady Nimuel, and Haz'th, why don't you get started on the food? We have prepared delicacies from the Elven world, and the human world. I believe you would enjoy them immensely. Princess Saayan, I know you don't eat solid food, and we have arranged platters of white noise and some Westerlies and Monsoon winds for dessert. However, we could not bring sunlight for you, which is destructive to our Realm," Elektra said. "Why, thank you, Queen Elektra. But you need not have gone to such lengths of tro

Cold seeps through my fingers, as I take a step back. What the fuck?! 'Hello, you pretty thing,' the teeth says, 'Scared are we?' At the mention of the word, I bristle, baring my fangs in reply. I'm many things, but I like to be in control as much as possible. 'Who. Are. You'. 'I think we both know the answer to that question, Keilen,' it says. The annis. I still can't believe it, the creature from the stories, the dark witches of the elven race, darker than even the mages. Their guild was one of the major factors of the fall of Citadell….or so Argell said.

“I am the key to that treaty, you are right about that. But this may be something you don’t know. Elves are all blessed by a deity when they turn 18, which means that deity favors that particular elf, and bestows on them certain traits. Now, I was blessed by Athena, the goddess of war. She protected me when your little wolf friend wedged that axe in my spine. That’s why I’m standing here unharmed and she’s in a prison cell.” Alicia reaches towards her back and I watch, fascinated, as the glowing Elven mark comes to life and turns into a real, actual blue sword. Her hand emerges from her back clutching the ethereal sword and every wolf in the room’s jaw drop. She twirls the sword in her hand

the girl asked. "I am," I said, standing straighter. She exhaled. "Good. My name is Elara. This is my younger brother Kato. We came because... I think we’re connected." Sybil stepped forward. "What are you?" Elara looked her in the eye, completely unafraid. "I’m part elf. Part witch. Part phoenix." Phoenix? My wolf stirred. "The fire you felt in your dreams," Snowy whispered. That was her light calling out.

making me want to rip her to bits. “I'm certain none of you here have what it takes to end a life, so I had better be on my way.” Everyone was silent. “Hello," the agent exclaimed. “Let us not waste any time, get your fucking voodoo bullshit off me.” Evelyn went closer to her. “You must think we are stupid, don't you?” The agent shrugged one shoulder. “You might not like the answer to that.” “Well, let me introduce myself to you. . . properly.” Evelyn voiced, enunciating every word. “I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.”