Green Witch Novels & Stories

Real grief. "She sounds amazing." "She was." He stopped in front of a smaller, separate greenhouse within the larger structure. "And this...this was her final project. The thing she was working on when she got sick." Through the glass, Aria could see them. Rows of plants with distinctive silver-green leaves and small white flowers. Vitalis Radix. The plant that could save her mother's life. "It's beautiful," she whispered, and it was true. Even knowing what it represented, knowing what she planned to do, she could appreciate the elegance of it.

It wasn't like I had met many witches. Her outfit was a flowing gown of emerald green that cascaded down her form, its fabric whispering gently against the stillness of the room. Adorning her neck were strands of delicate beads, the deep hues of brown intertwining like roots of ancient trees. My eyes wandered, drawn to a large basin of water that was in the centre of the room. Its presence was anything but ordinary, as if an otherworldly energy flowed beneath its glassy surface. I couldn't help but wonder what purpose it served in the realm of a witch like Agatha. Was it a portal to unseen realms? The possibilities tugged at the corners of my mind.

Our plan. And to Peter’s left, standing so still she seemed part of the shadow, was a woman who could only be Morwen. The witch. She was slender, wrapped in dark grey wool, her hair the color of smoke. Her face was ageless, neither young nor old, but her eyes… they held a depth that made my skin prickle. They were the green of deep forest moss, and they saw too much. "Jessica Blackthorn," Peter said, his voice like stones grinding together. "Or should I say, Lancaster-to-be?"

"I am! Thank you so much for asking me to come." She leans in, conscious that Tristan is on my other side.? "Gosh, I'm so happy that you and him are working together." "Thank you, I'm glad you think so." "Do you know who his new girl is? He won't tell me, and I've tried everything. And I'll have you know that I am the queen when it comes to guilt-tripping." My eyes widen with surprise and I take a sip of my aojiru. The green juice, made from kale leaves, barley grass, and green tea leaves, is deliciously refreshing. "Umm, I don't have a clue. He hasn't mentioned anything"

All kinds of species spoke in comradery and merriment was the only thing on any of their minds. The Mood Goddess Priestess walked the edges of the enchanted lattice feeling like something wasn’t quite right. As she got to the back of the dance floor, she noticed a crack in the magic perimeter. A green glowing powder rested on the broken line of branches. She reached out and touched a bit and brought it to her nose. “Wolvesbane? Why would that be here?” Her eyes widened as she looked at the ground leading away. It was a rip of fabric torn off of Margaret’s dress. There was no sign of her. She couldn’t even smell her anymore.

I took the vial and asked her. “And if it doesn’t work?” Jane gestured towards Mark and responded. “He’d be dead anyways. What’s the worst that could happen?” She exited the room and left me in thoughts . Green water was used in ancient times by wolves in times of war when they were hurt beyond repair, the green water heals all physical wounds and gives the user energy and life for a while till it drains what little life force was left, thereby killing the wolf who drinks it. I did not make the decision to give it to him lightly. “Drink, Mark. Drink, please.”

She didn't think so, but then again she knew nothing about any of this. Finding what he was looking for Ash made his way back over to Danica. "I'm going to need you to eat this." He said holding out a sprig of something green and leafy. "What is this?" Danica asked eyeing it. "This is Ashwangandha," Ash explained. "It will help you relax. When I begin I need you to not fight against me, otherwise this could go terribly wrong and fast." "Go wrong?" Danica didn't exactly like the sounds of that. "Like how?"

"Nice to meet you." James didn't shake his hand. He looked at Eric and then back at me. "How do you know each other?" "Eric tutors Nova in science," I told him. "Eric, this is James Greenwood." Eric nodded politely. "Are you new to town?" James asked Eric. "Yes, I'm an environmentalist." "You're a tree hugger," James said, clearly trying to get a rise from Eric. "Yes," said Eric, unfazed by Jame's rudeness. "But really I work to study, conserve, and protect the Earth. Considering that it's a bit of an important planet."

But the more he asked for answers, the worse she became. He hired a private investigator when another forty-five hundred dollars went missing, as did two of his watches and her wedding ring. Kenji himself looked for clues in the house. In the bathroom, underneath the sink, he found small empty bags and some cellophane wrapping. She stuffed them in the middle of a book, The Grimoire for the Green Witch. He was afraid. He told homicide what she was doing. Throughout the book were spells, divinations, and ritual practices. They were all underlined and marked as completed. She was trying to get pregnant. Her desperation led her to witchcraft.

As she is walking, the witches get quiet as she passes them. When she gets to the front of the room, she speaks, “I found this baby in the forest less than one hour ago. She was just born less than two hours ago, because her umbilical cord was still attached and warm. I can tell you, that she is going to be one of these most powerful witches in history. I can also tell you that her biological mother is Dahlia.” There was an audible gasp and murmuring until Queen Winnie held up her hand for silence, then continued, “She can not be returned to Dahlia, no matter the consequences. She will be raised as my child, and as a white witch. Under no circumstances is this information to leave our coven.