Ice Witch Novels & Stories

That was mad deadly indeed. “Did you hear about the Female Alpha that created a bridge between witches and werewolves? What kind of witch she is?” She stopped to think until she turned to me and went back to her business. “A different kind of power, an elemental ice witch. Direct descendants of the Mother of witches, they are the higher rank in witch ministry. Let’s not talk about them.” She dismissed the topic before I could ask for more. “Why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be in Trigonia?”

The Witch of the sun, The Moon Goddess, The Icy Witch, The Cinnamon Witch, The Witch Queen, The Sugar Witch, The Witch of Doom… She saw something now. She went a few books back and found the book that clearly said The Cinnamon Witch. “I found it!”

I asked. “We told you the bad witches have been coming down here. There is one witch who started it all. She goes by… Zelda. That is not her actual name, but it is what it is rumored she goes by. We haven’t ever seen her but our parents told us about her. She can change her appearance at will and worst of all, can bring someone back from death.” “What do you mean by that?” I got a terrible feeling about this. “Just that. She found a way to bring people back, even succeeded in doing so. There was a lot of whispering and excitement about it.”

His lips… argghhh I don’t want to lust over those glossy and crimson pouty lips! I badly need to confess and beg for the lord's guidance. I think I am enchanted by evil spirits. A spirit that could make me tremble, pissed off, and thrilled.

“We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.” Freda stands putting her hands out for Ivy to take them. Her eyes linger on Ivy genuine and warm. “Be not afraid of the power with in.” Freda speaks softly. Ivy shook her head and ran to the stairs and climbed down rushing to the living room to find her dad had passed out. “Dad? Wake up. Dad. Das please we need to go.” I

They were pale blue, swirling with light, the color of winter storms and strong ice. She had made wings. Not griffin wings in the way the old stories told. These were ice...shards of frozen light that arched from her shoulders like cathedral windows, dark as obsidian, translucent as smoke. They pulsed with her heartbeat. They dripped frost like tears. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. And I was the only one who knew what she truly was. A witch. The word settled in my chest like a stone. Not heavy. Not cold. Just... true. Everything clicked into place. The ice. The scars. The binding. The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me.

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

A mixture of desire and hunger burned in his gaze. Iris did not falter. Instead, she scrunched up her nose. "You didn’t eat anything." And then—she stepped back. Ace blinked again. His smirk faltered. Wait. Was that—was that a rejection? He squinted at her. Then squinted harder. "Witchcraft," he muttered, staring at her like she had just defied the laws of the universe. Iris let out a light giggle. "Yes, yes," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I read minds and steal souls in my free time.”

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

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.