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

She was answered with silence from the Witch, assuming to be more out of fear rather than curiosity. "The other graves that lie in this Grove have done a dangerous deed that harmed the covers or Humanity itself. This Grove's purpose is to maintain the evil that has corrupted the lost, giving them the opportunity to redeem themselves and move on to the afterlife." "The Earth has forgiven them, thus sprouting growth around their graves. However..." Janice's brows furrowed together in concentration. She dove down deep below the ground, digging and prodding through the dirt until finally seeking the resting place of Karmina. Roots spiraled around one another, tangling into knots to form a cocoon

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.

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 name is Madame Wanda. Daniel told me that you will be needing my assistance…here I am. May I come in?” When the man doesn't respond, the witch cannot help but laugh. It is an old witches laugh, one reminiscence of the images that somebody would watch in a movie. She shakes her head and moves her gray hair out of her face, her silver nose ring now reflecting the lights from the porch.

Grey asked, confirming her thoughts that he had not believed a word she uttered at all. She gritted her teeth. This was so not happening right now. To him, she looked liked a child trying to convince him that Santa was the one who left presents under the tree. It slightly pissed her off seeing as his mate wasn't taking this seriously as she did. "I'm not joking, Grey. A witch have teamed up with the rogues and have been making appearances at the Donovan Pack, threatening them to form an alliance." She gave him an icy glare, telling him that she wasn't here to play.

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