Ice Witch Novels & Stories

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

Triana said. "It’s no surprise that you don’t understand, as I don’t either. As ordinary people who’ve never dealt with witches, we wouldn’t grasp the meaning of this note." Winston said, then looked at Vlador. "Mr. Vlad, I fear you’re in deeper trouble than you realize. From what I’ve heard, ice witches are very powerful and rarely seen." "I’m aware," Vlador replied. "Was it the ice witch who cursed you? I thought they never bothered humans and lived in constantly snowy places." Winston asked.

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

Her forehead had tiny dots of it and she looked petrified and disgusted at the same time. I tried to wake her up but I didn't know what to call her. I touched her on her shoulder and she pushed my hand away immediately and shrunk away from me. " Don't touch me... don't come near me. I don't want you to touch me. Leave me alone... " She said with disgust in her low voice as she was still not awake. She was dreaming about something bad, the look on her face said it all. She was shivering badly now.

THE EARTH WITCH COVEN It was another day for the secret meeting of the earth witches. They needed to know the progress on the issue at hand, which Is how to defeat the black witch of the Ivory Coast. The only person that had put great fear in their tender hearts. The witches were seated and murmuring as usual. They were getting impatient already. Ella, the white witch of the Ivory Coast walked in with her daughter and Alora, her second in command. Everywhere became silent and the witches stood up to honor her.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.

“And the dragon?” My throat closed at the thought of its eyes—black, ringed with fire-red pupils, eyes that reminded me too much of her. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Maybe it was her doing. Maybe she conjured it. We can’t know what kind of power a witch still carries—not when we thought they were all gone.”