Gray Haired Witch Novels & Stories

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

, Samara laughed as she stood up pressing herself against the wall. "You will stop that spell! Or I'll make you", Mykel growled as he took a step further. His beta and zetas were still in their wolf form ready to attack on their Alpha's command. Clyde examined the witch from head to toe. She was young, maybe around the same age as Lina. Her hair had a orange tint to it and her eyes were dark purple. To Clyde she seemed a bit familiar but he had to be mistaken. He had never encountered a witch before but there was something about her that he couldn't figure out.

***** 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.

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

Whatever happens next, I’m ready. The door creaks open slowly, revealing an older woman standing just behind it. She’s probably in her early fifties, her silver streaked black hair pulled back in a no nonsense braid. Her eyes, sharp and unreadable, she takes me in with a skeptical glance, as if weighing my soul in the span of a second. She's dressed simply in a wool sweater and jeans, but there's an undeniable strength in the way she carries herself. I offer a small, polite smile. “Hi… I’m Hazel. Hazel Grimshaw. I know this is unexpected, but I’m a witch, too. I tracked you using a spell, a spell to track magic. I need to find someone who might help me.”

Or so she thought. Daphne's eyes flickered nervously towards the elder witch sitting across the table from her. The witch was an imposing figure, with a weathered face and deep-set muddy eyes that seemed to glow with an otherworldly power. Her hair was long and gray, woven through with silver threads, and it hung down her back in a thick braid. She wasn't like Anna and Gabriel who were manipulating magic to make themselves young. These witches must have lived for a thousand of years and gotten old. Daphne could sense the elder witch's power radiating from her like an invisible aura. It was a raw, elemental force, unlike anything she had ever encountered before. The elder witch's presence fil

Everything that about her is a fairly neutral brown color from her hair down to her suit. The last witch has black hair and blue eyes. She seems to have similar qualities to each of the witches before her. She did not go so far as to wear a pencil skirt but she is still wearing a very business like skirt suit in grey with white pinstripes. Overall, each witch commands respect on their own. They each have an air about them that speaks of their power. None of them look to be older than 30 but, of course, with their witch lineage that could simply be because they are witches.

The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some beginners to face the Silver-haired wolf pack. Now Aza and Nelson are alone against the White Tiger who is in Warcraft level two intermediate. Three levels above the Silver Haired Wolf which was a level one Warcraft. The arrow that Aza misses because the White Tiger has a high defense power, but it is different from the wind knife that Nelson will shoot. Sreet! The roar of the White Tiger echoed one kilometer from the place, making several birds that were relaxing on the tree trunk leaving the tree afraid that their next target would be them.

Her's would be much more complicated than a simple hybrid because her father is an Alpha and her mother comes from the lineage of the Dokars, the strongest coven of witches. A growl slices through the air and the new mother smiles as her mate walks into the room. He smiles at her and pecks her head before lifting his child off her arms. His smile widens as his daughter opens her eyes. She had one of the most curious eyes ever, one of her eyes was green like her mother's and the other was blue like his.

The thought of having a child bride sickens me. Who wants to marry an evil dragon obsessed with power? But Sera and the dragon mentioned a prophecy about the next Red Witch. My grandmother said that Icarus foresaw the downfall of the black dragon at the hands of the subsequent Red Witch - me. If my memories are correct, my mother, who had no magic, wasn't a redhead but blonde—more light platinum blonde, almost white. It's rare for anyone to have such hair color. If this world were a video game, platinum blonde hair would direct lines of elves.