Gray Haired Witch Novels & Stories

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

A decade older than Mauritius. Gertrude Fallis, the witch. One of the strongest and oldest members of the Coven of Magic. She has long brown hair, and blue eyes that look like they could see your soul. Her skin is brown, the same color as her hair. In human eyes, she looks like a woman in her late 20s but in reality, she’s in her 70s. She uses magic to slow her age and hide her scent, and her identity.

Witch! ***

She was challenging me by the look in her eyes. "Come on over bitch!" Zander shouted in my mind. I gestured her over with my head. She started to weave her way over to me, my eyes caught glimpse of another witch in my left peripheral vision, she was charging towards me. This one had a grey hue to her skin. Why were these witches so ugly? BRING IT BITCHES!

Alone there, Allen glanced around uneasily, until the rattle of chains approached could be heard approaching him. Barely recognizable after sustaining multiple wounds and covered in heavy magic constraints, was the Witch. Her vivid yellow eyes shining through the darkness first, it clung to the woman’s long hair instead. Black as night, it cascaded over her shoulders down to her waist making her pale skin more pronounced. Wearing only a thin white dress, which fit her poorly. It hung loosely from the Witch’s shoulders, doing nothing to hide her from her audiences’ scrutiny. Thinking she appeared younger to him now, Allen reminded himself that Chiri Krane was only one year older than himself

"Hey Adrian! You know me, I'm Maddy, and I've always wanted to meet you. Madelyn Gregory, Mad Greg for shorts to only her cheesy wannabes and haters, and that apparently was about seventy to eighty percent of Ridgewood High girls. Madelyn was one of the three Gorgon's of Ridgewood high (with Devon as number two) a look from either of the three, could petrify the heart of anybody. Her nastiness, and hoedom, made her a beacon of hate amongst the girls. Cheesy bunch! "Don't you have makeups to be applying, or blowjobs to sell somewhere?"

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."