Ice Witch Novels & Stories

The witch sneered before I heard her storm out of the room. “No one touches Amelia.” Ivan grumbled. At least he cares about his sister. An odd thing given he took part in the coup that killed his parents. I don’t have time to contemplate Ivan or his morality. Why is the witch so keen on getting Tie into Incubi? What’s her plan? Does she intend to use Tie to get to Crista? Ivan’s right. Her plan will fail. Tie would never let harm come to Crista. And even with that powder and chant, there is no way she will be able to control Tie.

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

She slowly put the cardboard under the table, It was against her and the werewolves. She had no idea who would come out victorious, but she won’t let anyone hurt her or her people. She was Clarissa, the Ivory witch for a reason.

I can tell that mentally he is exhausted. “The other young woman that was driving the twins is named Isabella.” Lola starts to take over for Marcus. “The reason why Marcus is scared to tell you about her is” “It is because I am a witch.” We all turned quickly at the voice in the doorway. We had been so wrapped up in the tale that Marcus was telling us that we had not noticed the children had shuffled near the door. When she noticed all eyes on her she continued her story. “I guess technically I am a witch hybrid because I also have a wolf. Alpha is scared to tell you about me because I had a vision from the Goddess herself.” She pauses and looks directly at me.

Willow immediately bowed her head after finally regaining her composure when the reality of the situation cleared up. "Goddess Hecate, it's such an honor." Willow's heart thundered in her chest. To meet the Goddess of Witchcraft was a very rare occurrence amongst the Witches, and she only showed herself to those with exceptional power. Hecate's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned her back to her and began walking through the mist. Willow raised her foot to follow when she felt something cold and smooth slither past her. Glancing down into the mist, a serpent with scales that were like oil on water had brushed alongside of her, but paid her no mind. She sucked in a breath until the ser

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

"Ivory is blonde." He nodded. "So we can expect a visit from Ivory through this guy?" he asked, picking up his limp arm. "Is there anything that a witch won't do? That's super creepy, Demetria." Demetria put her palm on her chest and scoffed. "I'm offended, Alpha. I'm a good witch. I don't dabble in the dark stuff. The dark stuff gets you stuck in purgatory with the evil twin and no way out."

Achyls was the mother of all witches, and she decided it was almost time to call her children home. When she reached her realm, she turned back to her human form. She had several human forms, but the one she used the most made her look like a young woman with long blonde hair and dark green eyes. That's the one she used to seduce men. The one she used to terrify children, and some adults made her look like something out of a horror movie. Her skin was grey and her hair white. She had red horns coming from her head and warts all over her body. When she screamed, it was high-pitched, making those who heard it paralyzed with fear.

She spoke in between gritted teeth. The dwarf witch laughed again, this time louder and maliciously. “I am the great witch of the seven oceans. I’ve lived alone in this coven for a thousand years. There’s nothing impossible for me to do, except if it’s the will of the formidable gods and goddesses. You yearned for the love of the Alpha of the Silver Crust Pack for so long, but he’s not your mate, and his destiny doesn’t lie with you, but…” The dwarf witch stopped and stared coldly at her, making Imelda curious and anxious.