Green Witch Novels & Stories

“It’s striped. Green. White. Gold.” “Green, white, gold,” Teyana repeats, thinking if these colors could mean something. “Green, white, gold. Like a forest green?” I looked over at her. Her tone was letting on that she may be familiar with this pattern. “Yes, exactly.” Her eyes widened. “Covens have themed colors. Rosewood is Violet and Black. The Windsor Coven is Green, White and Gold.” Interesting. “I think it's time you let Will in on this.” I sighed.

“Gypsys are strong werewolves. They can’t win in physical battle, but they have special powers that only they possess. And one of them was to conceal the werewolves’ presence. That’s why you didn’t detect me, Miss Elizabeth.” Elizabeth looked at the necklace dangling around her neck. Was that the reason why Philip could not detect her before? She looked alternately at the green necklace and the white necklace. “Both of our necklaces are made from Gypsys. But they are different. Yours are more powerful than mine. Because Green is the trademark of our Pack. And having a greener color is…” Joseph stopped as he noticed that Elizabeth’s eyes were green. They resemble the color of their Alpha’s ha

said a middle-aged woman with gray hair, Gamma Greta from the Scarlett Pack, who specialized in divination and could discern the inner soul color of shifters. With blood-stained hands, Greta gently embraced the white wolf, leaning close to Alicia's ear to offer a whispered reminder, "Your mate's soul appears to be a mysterious, noble purple, not an evil black. However, he's concocting a very dangerous plan. I have a feeling it will lead you both into a major crisis. Be careful not to expose your healing power too easily." "I'm fine. Allie, don't waste your energy on me," said a middle-aged woman with gray hair, Gamma Greta from the Scarlett Pack, who specialized in divination and could disce

And someone's Cure to it. it was no other person but the Witch Herself. In The Easter part of the Forest know as the Luna. The Witch Herself Emerged from the Forest in a long worn out black cloak. Her dirty black Hair dangled at her shoulder as the heavy breeze blew on her. her old rusty bag hung steadily on her shoulder. Her rusty hands and black long finger wrap round her long Ancient staff that have an unending green glow eminating from it. Her cold face contoured,,, And her thing lips puff out an invisible smoke.

“The... Resonance?“ I echoed confused. She nodded, stepping closer, not too close but enough to smell the earthy fragrance on her, like rain soaked earth and crushed herbs. “The pan recognized your blood, witch blood.... “ she smiled, “.... I'm a witch too” I didn't know when I let out a tensed breath I was holding as the tight coil in my chest loosened. “I'm Maria Blake... “ she said, “... A green witch” “Green?..“ I asked, hearing that for the first time. “Forest magic... ” she explained simply, “... Growth, roots, old things that refused to die” “Oh... Uh.. I'm Lyra” I said after a moment. Her smile widened slightly, “Lyra, what brings you to Transylvania?“

Greta says and Looks at Liv. “They must be. I don’t feel anything blocking me like I did last time,” Liv says. “Good, means my Magic is working. And Lily and I have gotten much stronger, so we are ready.” Greta says. “Can you feel where this witch is?” I ask her, and her eyes go purple before she answers me. “Somewhere north/east. Feels like just a normal witch. So she isn’t a wolf.” She tells us. “Good, that means she can not mindlink the rouge king, right?” I ask, and she nods her head.

But before finally seeing it you still need to encounter all the big trees and tall grasses that covering the place, because behind it is indeed a paradise. Sashi immediately run when she saw the very beautiful view of the place. There's a thick grasses you can found before the river but it is so clean that you will think that someone is watching this place to keep it's cleanliness, maybe some Goddesses or something. Sashi almost laugh about her thoughts. She can't believe herself that she believes about Goddesses, well, she can't even fully accept that she's with a ghost right now then she will think about Goddesses instead, she's going crazy.

I have been running for pretty much three days straight now, thankfully my massive black wolf form was strong enough to cover the distance. Though I know I can’t keep pace with their cars, I have been making up the ground while they rest at night. Hydra keeps me focused; I know I am only a few hours behind their location in the village now. Regardless of how exhausted I am, we shall be near her. I didn’t ask her about it the other night, but I saw her wrists that night, green fading from purple. My disgust for Bram bubbled under the surface for doing that to her, they must have been livid in colour originally to still be fading hours later.

Chapter 117 – The Green Star’s Embrace A soft breeze stirred the nexus, carrying the scent of earth and blooming vines, a stark contrast to the sterile voids of past battles. Jessica stood on a path woven from living roots, their surfaces pulsing with emerald light under the glow of the green star. Its radiance was warm, inviting, yet it prickled her senses, stirring the hollowness in her chest where her spark once burned. The golden glow of her will held firm after defeating Vorath’s hunger, but the green star’s whisper—“You weave with strength, but I weave with life. Come, Jessica, and grow with me”—felt like a hand extended, not a blade drawn. Yet its warmth hid a shadow she couldn’t igno

She pulls something from beneath a folded dress. A small glass vial. My stomach drops out of my body. The vial is stoppered with dark wax. The liquid inside is pale green, faintly cloudy, like diluted poison. A label is wrapped around the glass in neat print. WOLFSBANE — CONCENTRATE My vision goes white at the edges. “What…?” Tessa whispers, voice strangled. Briar’s face is carved stone. “There it is.” I stare at the vial like it’s a snake in my bed. “That’s not mine.”