Gray Haired Witch Novels & Stories

Though pain and exhaustion are eminent in their faces their intense glares at each other just say it all that both are still not giving up. Just then Lilan cast her hidden card. It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the

I crashed through the bedroom door, a snarl ripping from my throat that shook the windows in their frames. In the center of the room, standing over the bed where the triplets were huddled, were two figures. One was a warrior of the Iron Fang, his face painted with the red clay of a blood feud, a silver dagger held tight in his hand. Beside him stood a woman draped in tattered black silk, her eyes glowing with a sickly, iridescent light. The witch. "A white wolf," the witch whispered, her voice sounding like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "The legends did not mention she was a mother. Such a pity to end a bloodline so soon."

But as they stood there, I felt a sense of foreboding from them, knowing that they were about to face a formidable opponent. The eight witches stood in a circle around the entrance to the cemetery, their eyes fixed on something, I turned to my side to see a figure emerging from the shadows. The person was tall and imposing, her dark hair cascading down her back in wild, untamed curls. She had on a long, flowing gown of deep purple, adorned with intricate symbols and runes, and her eyes glinted with a fierce, otherworldly light.

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

His hands were alongside his body and curled up into a tight fist so tight that his knuckles became white. My grip tightens around Naomi's hand. My eyes flick between her, Gabe, and Arlene as my curiosity about their shared past grows. Voices, waterfalls, a witch promise? I want to know it all, but for now, I want to find out the meaning of her cloak color. -"What's the meaning of your gray cloak? I thought there were only four colors to the council witches' color code." I interrupted their catch-up. -"When you don't belong to any of the councils establish categories, you are deemed to be in a gray area, thus the gray color. I can cast white and dark magic, bend all the four elements, and on

“Thank you for coming, Miss, er” “Vira,” she said succinctly, her hands folded neatly in her lap. I took a moment to take her in and allow my wolf to make some first impressions. Her hair was gray with streaks of white, but her face lacked any discernible signs of age. A sure sign you were dealing with a witch. She could have been 40 or 140. Her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence, shining with a hint of silver. Truly an old witch, then. She wore an amethyst skirt that ran down to her leather sandals and a flowing white peasant top that left her shoulders bare. Her hair was in an artful bun, with several gems and feathers sticking out of it. Numerous bangles and bracelets hung from her wris

She breathes and touches the black book again. “Is it all about your witch craft magic?” Willow asked her. She just stares at Willow and stands up in her rocking chair and faces the mirror, looking at her image. Her eyes were dull, her face gets more wrinkles and her white golden hair suddenly turns to gray. She could name herself.

I was pissed at her silence and turned to face her “Are you deaf?” I asked. “No, I am just saving my breath as you can see, we are in a desert with no water so if I were you, I wouldn't talk much!!” She replied her grey eyes sparkling. I hissed and continued walking. Witches of the white Coven all have the same features, silver hair and grey eyes. I hate to admit it, but it looks more better on Lucy than me. My face is scarred from the middle of my forehead down to my chin and the left view side of my face is wrinkled as if I was poured hot water when I was born, in order words, Lucy took all the beauty.

"I didn't tell you who I am. How did you know?" Grey asked the witch. "Who doesn't know the legendary Dark emperor who has now reincarnated into an alpha? I know you too well and I know what brought you here," she said. She had white streaks in her raven hair. Grey stared at her and waited for her to continue. "You're here concerning the apocalypse and the possible solution to it," she said and Grey nodded. "The ancestors have told me of your coming already," she added.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.