Gray Haired Witch Novels & Stories

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

He has a long silver-coloured scar down his left cheek, a Nubian nose and wide lips, which are slightly parted as he very softly snores. He and Greyson were officially Mated just over a week ago, and they’re perfect for each other. The only other passenger is another Witch called Rosie, she’s an older woman, with long grey curly hair tied in a simple plait down her back. She has a button nose, thin lips, and light brown upturned eyes that glow gently. Glowing eyes are one of the few traits that marks a Witch as a Witch at first sight.

With the mixing of humans and witches over decades, the power of witches reduced so much that most witches had to take several hours of intense meditation to succeed in lighting a single candle. Well, Evelyn Ithaca, my mother, was very different. She was strong enough to do many things most witches would only do in the best of their dreams. According to her, there wasn't any coherent reason she had such powers, she just had it. She had always been different, and for some funny reason, she believed I was so much stronger. It was because of my powers that I had always had fallen ill...my mother told me that it was my body's reaction to the pressure of my 'powerful' magic. Whether I had powerfu

I had taught witches just worked with the earth but after coming here, I’ve realized that our dna is different from that of humans and so we are able to control the elements and every creature in it. “So, you are basically easy prey to those of us who grew up knowing all there is to know about all kinds of supernatural beings” she say playing with the ends of her hair. “Get to the point!” I scream, tired of her nonsense. “What makes you think that you are not a prey in the eyes of Damian?” she asked with a smirk and I wanted nothing more than to wipe out that smirk of hers. “Go to hell” I reply before storming out of there, with no interest in whatever she has to say anymore.

Gretchen is wearing black ripped jeans with a black v neck long sleeve. She has her green snake wrapped around her wrist, I can't remember his name. Her red hair is made up of bouncing curls that reach down to her shoulders. She has brown eyes and a dusting of freckles across her nose. Although she looks around 20 years of age, she is actually closer to 150 years as witches age slower than most supernaturals. She is very powerful, very wise, and a woman you would never want to cross.

I knew that they would agree to Alpha Grayson's request but there was a down slide that even they noticed. "What if the witches know about all of this and are planning on countering our attacks?" another elder, Elder Khan, asked and all the other elders began mumbling in support to his question. " Do not fear," Alpha Grayson said as he began slowly pacing around the room. " I am a supernatural and I wield the power of magic. I can be able to see things that the normal eyes cannot see but that isn't the only thing that I can do. I can be able to block the witches from ever having an eye in anything that we're going to plan or do. With me and the packs of the western coast, there is no way the

Over her shoulder hovered her familiar, a strange blueish creature that reminded him of a fat little gremlin with wings. Grace the Enchanted was one of the oldest witches he knew. Although she appeared in her twenties, with bright blue hair and even brighter blue eyes, she was older than himself by several centuries. When he'd been a boy Grace used to visit his pack often, playing with the pups and showing off her magic. Now she spent her days holed up in her old magic shop, selling trinkets to human tourists. Of course, the humans were completely unaware that hidden in the back was another shop possessing real items of power, ones meant only for the supernatural.

“Hate when they do that! I will have a headache until tomorrow.” I sit there in stunned silence, not knowing what to say or do at this moment. Her eyes focus back on me before hardening once more. “You see why blood witches are so rare? I am not someone who is light or dark magic. I can do both, so I am grey. A vessel for the other side to make deals with the living.” She waves her hand at me, dismissing me in annoyance. “I don’t know why I need to explain myself to you.”

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

Achyls was the mother of all witches, and she decided it was almost time to call her children home. When she reached her realm, she turned back to her human form. She had several human forms, but the one she used the most made her look like a young woman with long blonde hair and dark green eyes. That's the one she used to seduce men. The one she used to terrify children, and some adults made her look like something out of a horror movie. Her skin was grey and her hair white. She had red horns coming from her head and warts all over her body. When she screamed, it was high-pitched, making those who heard it paralyzed with fear.