Gray Haired Witch Novels & Stories

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."

A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the room, casting a pale blue light over my features as it replayed the scene below in high definition. I watched the silver-haired witch move. She was a debacle - a beautiful, jagged error in the fundamental laws of magic. She shouldn't have been able to summon that scythe. The weight of the Mors Aeterna should have crushed her soul into dust, yet she swung it like she was reclaiming a lost limb.

***** LUCIAN BLACKTHORN I was forced to shift back into my human form. The sight before me was shocking, almost impossible to believe, but I could feel it. Every bit of it. The magic that surrounded us. It was coming from Ayla. Her eyes were glowing bright burn blue, and I watched frozen in shock as she gripped the dark witch's head, and in a swift motion, she slit her neck with a weapon. It was a Shakra, a Grishan witch weapon, one only a dark witch can wield. She shouldn't be able to hold it, unless… Ayla was Grishan.

I sense Haldor behind me, his fingers curling around the hilt of his broad sword, getting ready to decapitate the witch. “Yes,” I answer at length. “Once before The Towers allowed me entry. Only long enough to complete a spell.” “Hm.” The witch smiles, and for some reason it makes my skin crawl. “The little Greyheart babe you offered to it, right?” “Yes.” She nods. “Nine months later, a new little Greyheart was born, made on the very night you sacrificed his brother to the triad. Her mother took the afterbirth and buried it at the base of The Body, begging The Goddess to keep her daughters, and all the daughters who came after her safe from the harm of men.”

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.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

The veiled witch said. " Really?" One of the witches asked with widened eyes. She was the only one whose hair was gray amongst the other witches who had thick, long black hair. " Yes." " Then I can live." The witch immediately said, her eyes glinting with happiness and vengeance. " Then I can live to avenge my little Guria. Yes!" She grinned but the woman in the cloak only watched her. " You may or may not live. It's up to you and your capabilities to decide. You'll have to do something before you're able to have this life in my hands." The lushed eyed witch said and instantly, Guria nodded.

I ran after her and then saw granny standing in the middle of the yard with both her hands up in the air, glowing immensely with blinding yellow light that was directed to the sky to enforce the dome with more power. “Mia, no stay back” granny yelled at Mia with glaring eyes as she stopped in her tracks. I turned around and saw the witch standing outside the yard’s fence watching granny with an evil smirk on her face and narrowed eyes. She had long fiery red hair that was curled up, her red lips stood out against her pale white skin and her green eyes gleamed every time she hit the dome. I stopped right next to Mia, shocked by the scene in front of me. Granny’s powerful support held the dom

Gray's laughter resonated through the air, carrying a carefree tone as he leaned back in his seat, his body stretching languidly, "Life has a funny way of weaving threads of fate. I did mention on the phone that I was coming to the East, with a plan to visit the Silent Witch—Shaunda—before seeing you. But I never expected to run into you here. Fate, it seems, had different ideas." The appellation of "Silent Witch" was a respectful nickname for Shaunda,, though she can't speak, her Gift is powerful – she possesses the ability of prophecy. Shaunda's reputation spanned not only within the bounds of Golden Crest but throughout the entire werewolf realm; no one dares to underestimate her. Many so

This image she recognized. The image was named Woodland Witch. An older woman with long gray hair dressed in a gown looking to be made of leaves and holding in her hand a staff of twisted wood stared back at her with piercing grey eyes. This was the most serious looking of the sisters and also labeled the youngest, though this was hard to tell by the weathered look of the woman. This image was the one plaguing her memories. Aria was sure this was the woman responsible for her life as a wolf for however long she could remember. Aria moved her eyes down to the text,