Ice Witch Novels & Stories

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

“Whatever’s gone on between the witches and werewolves of New York is none of my fucking business. What’s important now is how to stop The Owl.” “Let’s say we believe you,” I said. “What the hell is The Owl?” “Not what,” she said. “Who.” “The Owl is a person?” I asked. “Yeah. A warlock. A very, very powerful warlock.” “And how do you know all this?” Nathan asked. “Because…” she said, looking away, “I got the vision of everything.” Her voice trembled, and I heard the fear in it. I didn’t want to buy into whatever she was saying, but deep down, I already believed her. She was telling the truth.

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous. "What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?" The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me. "Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!"

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

"Move. You're blocking the photographer." "I didn't realize standing near my own sister was a crime." "It's not. It's just going to be a very different photo than the one my family paid for. Vivian's small enough to disappear into a doorway. You're not." That was the first thing Ryker Kane ever said to Selene Marlowe. It would not be the last time he made her feel like something to be managed instead of loved. Selene saved Ryker's life at ten years old, dragging him out of Meridian Lake with a strength her family never let her forget she had. Her sister Vivian, dry and delicate and utterly incapable of it, took the credit instead…and Ryker spent the next fourteen years loving the wrong g

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t

The stories never really specified what happened to the witches and Hybrid wolves after that but the werewolf community hasn't heard about them for decades and so we assumed they didn't survive alone, out of the packs. But Balfour sounded like he was onto something by mentioning them. "If you heard of them, then you must know how powerful they are. Witches are powerful enough to replace scents and make them smell familiar even when they're not using dark magic." I held myself back from scoffing. Balfour sounded like he would do anything to convince me that the princess is bad news. "I don't want to assume that you're thinking Princess Ilvira made use of a witch to replace her scent with min

Since the situation had finalized, it was not good to drive Coco away. Ivanka hoped Rosie could be extra cautious with her. “As I mentioned earlier, I’m not smoking without fire by saying Coco is different in the way she does things compared to others. I’ve investigated her and realized that she belongs to the witchery tribe. The witches are good at using poisonous worms to their advantage… Even newborns have to be immersed in a jar filled with poisonous snakes and scorpions for three days and three nights.”

I pointed her out to Isaac. "Who is she?" He asked. "She's a couple years older than I am. She went to my high school but I never had anything to do with her. I knew that she left the pack but I never knew why. Her name is Lola Williams. She's the witch that is doing this to us. She's helping the Hunters." I say. "She's a werewolf though." Isaac says. "Well, she has more powers than a werewolf. She's learnt witchcraft. And she's the one that destroyed the pack. So she's learnt a hell of a lot of witchcraft and she's powerful." I explained.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.