Evony Mysterious Witch Novels & Stories

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

The mist that changes colors made him think he was already in hell. “Not yet. You need to know who you are." Ann grabbed Lucas by the hand, leading him to a statue of a woman. The head was covered with a striped cloth of red, white, and black making it impossible for Lucas to see the face as Ann continued. “Mystic cave was first discovered by the first white witch known as Kora 90,000 years ago when she was pursued by an enemy whose name was hidden from the witches because it’s believed we are not worthy to know him or even say his name. His army pursued Kora down to this cave, in her defense, she slaughtered them all. From that very moment, she became a dark witch. She fled and no one ever

"A truth kept hidden by the Sacred Grove. A truth about the birth of the Twice-Blessed child." There was a pause. Then figures began to materialize around the stone circle. Thirteen witches, all women, all wearing dark robes that seemed made of shadow itself. The tallest stepped forward. "I am Morgana, High Witch of this coven. You offer information about the bridge-child in exchange for knowledge about the Void. An interesting trade." "Will you accept it?" Selene asked. Morgana's eyes, completely black with no whites visible, studied each member of the group. When her gaze landed on Kade, she smiled.

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.

Drake said. “Why did I think this would be easy?” I asked, and he chuckled. “Oh, come now sweet Harper,” he said, “Since when have you liked anything easy.” I grinned, I guess he did have a point. “So who is this witch and how do we find her?” “The witch in question is the Warrior of the Divine Order for the magic users,” he said, “And how we find her, sweet Harper, is through you.”

As Clara was about to talk, Emrys raised a hand and said, “If you are truly who prophecy says you are, then you have a long way to go, I’m afraid.” She was about to talk again when Emrys was about to raise his hand so instead, she turned her question into a snarl, “Don’t you dare shush me again, Emrys. I mean it.” The pitcher of water beside her clattered to the ground without anyone touching it and spilled water onto the metal floor. Emrys’ gaze went to the pitcher of water and said, “You are a mouthy one, aren’t you? Anyway, you don’t know it but I will tell you. You are the most powerful witch to ever exist in centuries. Evelyn, your mother was supposed to tell you but she got to her befo

~AJ~ I had the whole forest to myself, I was on the verge of losing control. Heck, I can't believe I was wrong with my intuition. I wonder who the white witch was helping, what kind of promise did that person offer or perhaps she isn't working with anyone but herself. But why? Why the siragon? Did she know about the bond between the siragon and my mate? I'm kind of confused here and I hate being in this situation. At least, I should get a link between the Wendigos and the white witch.

"Indeed, I suppose that is fair. Though incomplete. I am Morwyn of the Silver Court, pledged to the Nightshade bloodline for three centuries. I was playing witch politics when your grandmother's grandmother was still learning the basic cantrips. So let us dispense with the pageantry and speak of what is actually at issue here." The witch's poise faltered even more, confidence replaced by uncertainty. Behind her, I could see the enemy army reconfiguring, obviously not anticipating this reaction. "You bring those with your little army," Morwyn continued, her tone conversational but infused with steel. "Your corrupted wolves and spellbound demons and assembled covens. All very dramatic. All ver

Touching Corvu’s face in appreciation of his presence she continues, “I gave her the amulet to protect her. I don’t need it anymore, my power is far too weak. But Tia has all the makings of an Elder Witch, that’s why I gave her the amulet.” Corvu’s brows lift, clearly whatever she said made sense to him. “So, Tia is actually a Witch? She doesn’t even need the amulet?” I’m a what? Are they insane? I was born in Manhattan. I would hardly think someone from this world possessed magic from another. Shelia chuckles.