Gray Haired Witch Novels & Stories

Six glazes watched us intently, and there were four different eye colors—red, gold, black, and white. “Lunar witches and the Graeae, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Headmistress Toya greeted. I stared between the group of women, confident that there was something familiar about the younger three women compared to the three gray women. The three gray women passed a white eye between the three of them and finished each other's sentences. They hovered in the corner, stirring in the cauldron. “You there!” One of them called out. “Who me?” I pointed to myself, and with a flick of her wrist, I was by her side.

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.

' 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.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him stretch languidly before sitting up and looking straight at her. "Look at me, Merlin", his voice wasn't loud but it was still commanding and she found herself turning her head to look at him. "Do you know who I am?", he asked, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, trying not to avert her eyes as she felt like she was drowning in those gray depths. "I'm Zeke, Alpha of the Graystorm pack", he spoke with a quiet authority. "How do you know my name?", she asked. "I need a witch, a powerful one and my search led me to you", he answered.

“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.