Gray Haired Witch Novels & Stories

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.

Young? Aren't witches supposed to be old? She has heard that witches live for centuries and centuries and have white hair with bent backs. But the woman in front of her was gorgeous. She had straight black hair with dark brown eyes which almost looked black, her skin was pale and lips red without even a single coat of lipstick. "Wow" Aurora whispered, looking at her. "Yes, how may I help you?" The woman in front of her asked, her eyes were reflecting confusion. She was probably wondering why they were in front of her door.

Liam couldn’t understand this at all because he didn’t think this was impossible for someone to look like her, did she come up with story? However, the fear in her eyes were so real and when Liam raised her hair, he could see this had turned into slightly grey. “What happened with your hair?” Liam then tilted her head again to see her eyes, they were the color of grey as well, but they were darker than her usual color, therefore he couldn’t say this for sure about what was actually happening here. “The girl, who looks like me is a witch, she is a dark witch,” she said in certainty in her voice.

' The evil wizard was making bargains even after seeing the immense power my mate possessed. 'You will pay for this. ' I could feel my wolf fading out of me and for once in my life I felt real fear. Then she screamed, the sound almost shattering the earth into pieces. Her eyes shut, her legs bending and a force pulling her to the ground. It all happened in a flash and when she stood up and opened her eyes...They were magnificent brown - tinged gray, like the moon.

It's slavering jaws hung open and its razor-sharp teeth were bared, as it advanced towards her with its blood-red eyes, ablaze with undisguised hunger. It occurred to Merlin that werewolves didn't normally have red eyes, something was wrong with these werewolves and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. The werewolves were not rogues, they were under a powerful spell and instinctively, she knew that only another witch could cast such a spell. The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet.

“Her wolf is very noticeably different.” “Lorenzo, she’s a white witch. One of the most powerful elemental witches there is. And you’re telling me she can perform that same magic in wolf form too?” Granny leaned against the bannister, worry creeping in faster and faster. “No one can know about this Lorenzo.”

Alpha Luther from the Sundown pack asked me in a serious tone. Giving him my attention " That's what I thought at first too but after I look into it, some rogue let information slip and at the end we capture the witch that Alpha Nathan was working with" I let my words hang in the room for a moment to see their reaction. I can tell that the elder did not like what I just said but he couldn't do anything about it because everyone in the room will questions his motive. " Did she say anything?" The elder force himself to ask.

My magic recoiled and leaned in at once, like a cat simultaneously intrigued and wary. At the far end, near a hearth where a small, low fire burned with scarcely any smoke, stood a high‑backed chair that might as well have been a throne. She sat in it like she’d been carved there. The witch. Elyra. Her hair was black, thick, and long, streaked through with silver that caught the candlelight like threads of metal. Her face… It was ageless in the way of bad statues. Not young. Not old.

An unfamiliar voice announced. We looked past Darren to see a full-figured woman step out of a room. She had short blonde hair and brown eyes, and her face had similarities to Liar and Domitilla, though small. She wasn’t a wolf; based on smell, she was a witch. This must be Augusta, Ersila’s witch great-granddaughter.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.