Green Witch Novels & Stories

Witch Una looks in front of her which stands a young witch with Green moss-eye, reddish-brown haired with wavy long hair. This young lady was standing next to Marek Olun and looked nervous being observed by her. Witch Una could easily see a layer of pure and thick enough mana covering the entire body of the woman named Hilena. Smiling faintly because she was happy to get a high-level witch so young made Witch Una want to laugh out loud if it wasn't necessary to maintain the image of an elder witch in front of these two young people.

"Are you here to see me, Hattie?" Whitney hadn't changed into her dress yet since she could be in danger even if she caught a cold. She was already wearing a thick, wooly everyday outfit. She was very skinny and her clothing felt unfit for her, and she looked especially weak. Heather smiled and said, "I'm here for the party tonight. Right, this is your birthday present." Heather then gave Whitney a red velvet box. Whitney took it and opened the box, seeing a moonstone pendant inside.

Kyra inquired. Witches hate green mushrooms. Planting green mushrooms around the pack territory is one way to safeguard the pack. The smell of the green mushrooms makes the witches sick. Kyra instructed Nathan about it that morning. "We are almost finished Luna. It might take a week for these green mushrooms to grow and started repeling these witches" he explained. "Alright, untill then, please be careful. Tighten the border patrolling. If anyone of you find anything suspicious, let me know immediately" Kyra instructed him.

"It felt like someone injected boiling acid into my veins. My muscles locked up instantly. I hit the mud and couldn't move my legs." Turning a brittle page, I traced my finger down a column of faded ink drawings. "Did you see the vial? The color of the liquid?" "It glowed. Like a toxic, neon green." "Neon green." Flipping past a section on lunar cycles, I moved to the poison indexes. "Standard wolfsbane is purple or dark blue. Neon green means it was synthesized. Weaponized."

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

I ask the witch when she reaches into the trunk of a car she’s somehow driven through the closely planted trees. She hands me a cardboard tray packed with a dozen peat pots, each with a single white teardrop leaf poking from the soil. “This particular crop? Revenge.” She grins, and in that moment, with a last ray of evening sunlight filtering through the canopy and lighting her face in mellow gold, she doesn’t seem old at all. She seems vital and alive and very, very dangerous.

The morning carried itself. When Brynn rose from the basin, dried, robed again, Wynn led her to the small adjacent chamber where the bonding dress had been laid out. It was not white, the old rites had never used white, but a deep forest green, the color of growing things, of the season she’d come home in, of the somewhere they had all been promised. The fabric was simple, well-made, sewn by hands across the pack in the days since Torrhen’s announcement, every wolf who’d contributed a stitch having earned a place in the witnessing. Brynn touched the green and thought of Isla, and of Lena’s garden, and of the little plant on the eastern window, and her throat tightened.

I say, trying to keep up with both conversations at once. She touches the paper again. ‘Are the wolves protecting you?’ I nod. “Yes, I’d like some aloe please,” she says. I turn, getting a bottle of aloe and when I turn back, new words are on the paper. ‘Witches are moving against the wolves.’ “This brand is called WHO,” I say, asking my question out loud. Who is after the wolves? “Wholly Herbal Organics. They are a good brand.” I say, as I watch her finger on the paper.

I'll add Cerulean for her blush. A combination of Burnt Sienna, Terra Rosa, Viridian and White would be perfect for her contours, this would give justice to the height of her cheek bones, emphasizing every edge, each soft curve. For her beautiful wavy hair, Transparent Oxide Red, Viridian, White and Tera Rosa, which will present the waves and the silk elegantly. I inhaled the scent of paint and the wet canvas, and I imagined Candice to be a girl who loves lavender and so I mixed the pigments Rose and Ultramarine Blue for the background which created a perfect soft purple, like lavender.

Another one of them opens their damn mouth. "Why? She's going to save us." I yell at the top of my voice and at the same time I hope humans don't hear me and question what's going on, it will lead them to call the police or the hotel manager. "That's the thing, we don't care." The leader says with an evil grin and suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my neck. I turn around to see another lady. She's beautiful, she has dark skin and long black hair, she looked at me like she couldn't wait to do that to me. From the dizziness and nausea, I realize I'm been dosed with wolfsbane. I try my best to run but it's no use so I stumble on the ground. I see so many legs coming close to me and then I don't. E