Ice Witch Novels & Stories

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

She slowly reached for her mask with her right hand. “I am what people call the Witch of Hell, the Harbinger of Darkness but people know me by a more famous name.” The woman took off her mask and unveiled her face that was hidden. “My name is Roosevelt Scarlett, the Scarlett Witch. And your great ancestor.” The woman said once she took her mask off.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

He pulled at the grass beside him as he thought of a way to finish his sentence, “, she was a Witch.” “Really?” I was starting to understand him a little better. That’s why he think’s the witch’s amulet is something that can help find his mother. “So she wasn’t a Trickster?” “No. The reason for a Trickster to be born is a mystery unto itself. No one knows why we’re suddenly born the way we are, the only indication is that some part of our heritage is Elf related.” “Wait, so your sister?” “Is just a human. That’s why she moved to the Capital, so that she can experience new things and still be safe.”

“She’s eating me—” And then she crumbled. Turned to salt and bone. Not ash. Not dust. Just… gone. The other witches screamed—but I didn’t stop the ritual. No. This was what we wanted. “You’ve slept long enough, old mother,” I whispered to the ice, to the shape now rising from it like a story told by a madman in a fever. “While they built castles and temples and crowned themselves gods. While they forgot you.” The ice cracked further.

Gamma Everly snaps. The witch raises a disbelieving eyebrow and tilts her head to one side. The antlers on her veil tilt with her, and there, illuminated by the moon against a backdrop of dark woods, she truly looks like something dreadful. Like some otherworldly creature, this awful monster is far beyond the realm of anything a werewolf or Lycan would be capable of. She’s an unnatural, evil force. Something dreadful. Something cursed and wretched. I can’t lose Gamma Everly to the witch’s attack. Doing my best to push through the thick pillowy clouds it feels like my brain has been stuffed with, I reach out to Gamma Everly over the mind link, voice heavy with urgency.

Ellie’s silver fire burned bright, purging the magic from two wolves who’d been hit, but her flames dimmed as she grew tired. “Trinity magic,” the lead figure said, stepping forward. Their hood fell back, revealing a face that made Elara’s blood run cold—the ice witch, but her eyes were solid black, her skin gray, her blue flames twisted into dark, smoking tendrils. “Witch,” Elara breathed, her voice shaking. “What did they do to you?” The ice witch didn’t answer. She raised her hands, and black ice erupted from the ground, encasing Lira’s leg before she could dodge. Lira roared, hacking at the ice with her blade, but it spread,

"Good… What is a witch, then?" "The witches are niché beings, amongst the humans, also known as the wives of Asmodeus — The divine beast of Luxuria. Divine beasts and goddesses can make contracts irrelevant to their capacity. But among all the fifteen divine beasts, only Asmodeus was given the right to contract with a large number of humans."

Caspian said. "Who's this witch?" "Her name is Isha, leader of the Dark Knight Coven." Isha... they had all been together in this? They all conspired together to kill my parents. I wanted to go to Caspian and strangle him to death, but it would be useless doing so. I was in his memory, I couldn't hurt him. "How are we sure Isha can make someone like Alucard weak?" Alistair asked doubtfully. "She's a witch who got her powers through dark means. I know you're angry because Alucard disobeyed your rules and you badly want to make him pay for it. I'm here to make that wish come true... your majesty," Caspian said.

Maddox’s POV: Caleb and I swung our heads toward Eldric while screeching in unison, “What? How?” Staring into the distance, he nodded very slowly, lost in thought, “A witch.” Caleb frowned in confusion, “I thought you said we burned all the witches loyal to Derek’s regime.” Glancing at him, Eldric answered, “Not them. She’s someone else. Old, powerful, cunning. Air is her element, and her expertise is to track scents…even if they’re decades old.”