Gray Haired Witch Novels & Stories

I love working alongside my kids. Clarice found her mate, Prince Regan of the Werehawk Kingdom. She is a one-of-a-kind witch. She is a werehawk witch, who is also an omega. Elliot and I are so proud of the life she has accomplished. She currently has two children and has decided that is where she will stay. She helps her mate in solving issues within the kingdom. The werehawks absolutely love her and would do anything for her. I love going to visit her and watching her in action. She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures.

I try to say kindly placing the cup and saucer on the small table beside me. The witch across from me considers me carefully as she rocks back and forth in her seat. Her gray hair is streaked with white stripes and pulled into a long tight braid that lays over her shoulder. An old floral dress covered with a light blue apron is not what I expect a witch to wear. She looks like nothing more than a human grandmother. Letting my eyes glance around the room there is no sight of Ella. Old wooden furniture is covered by quilts and cushions. Shelves line the walls filled with jars of herbs and spices and a large black cauldron sits by the fireplace. Walter is leaning beside the front door wi

She understood that, but it didn’t have her eager to line up to meet the broadside of an angry Highlander’s sword. The darkness seemed to be growing, and it had a malevolent tinge to it. She shivered as she wondered if it were her imagination, or if there was witchcraft involved in the darkening fog. She wasn’t the only witch Walstone kept as a prisoner, but she didn’t think they had caught up with her yet.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

A sweet smile settled on the woman's lips and a distant look glazed her amber eyes. "We must tread lightly. Any further assistance with any of them will shatter the line of fate. Even now it trembles just speaking about it." Hecate reached out her hand, the serpent coiling around her arm until it poised itself in front of her. She gazed into its void like eyes, delving into their abyss. Within those eyes, she can see the Light Witch leader reaching her final destination.

It was the wisest thing to do since we knew Skylar was hiding something, and something told me she may be part of what Sky was hiding. "I don’t know," I muttered, scrubbing my hand through my hair. It was all so confusing and i wanted nothing than a massage right now. Ansel was about to reply but was cut off by the door opening, and Grey walking in with a woman who took my breath away. She was stunning. Long dark hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, and her brown eyes glinted with something that struck me as dangerous and seductive. I didnt need to be told she was a powerful witch, her aura was enough for me to know.

She’s wearing a gauzy patchwork skirt, a flowing blouse, and a hip bag. It’s the gray witch. Oh no, oh no, oh no. She only shows up when a female is in desperate straits, when a heat goes bad or a baby is coming out the wrong way. Somehow she knows when she’s needed, and there’s a knock at the back door, and all the pups are shooed up to bed early. Males pretend they don’t see her come and go in the shadows, and females only speak about her in whispers, and only after tossing a pinch of salt over their shoulders.

Alessia He laughed actually stomach holding head back tear rolling laughed at me. when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire."

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

To my surprise, standing before me was my old friend, Ivy, a powerful witch known for her enigmatic ways. The old witch was a hunched figure, her body bent with age and weighed down by the centuries she had lived. She wore tattered robes that hung loosely on her frail frame, revealing her withered appearance. Strands of silver-grey hair, unkempt and wild, escaped from under her pointed hat, framing her wrinkled face like misty tendrils. Her emerald-green eyes, sharp and piercing, held the secrets of countless lifetimes. Wrinkles and age spots covered her weathered skin, telling the story of her long and complex existence. "Leon, my dear friend," She greeted me with a mischievous smile, her p