Lightning Witch Novels & Stories

Kathrine roared from behind them, having finally made her way down the driveway in her pretty silver five inches stilettos. I flicked a glance in her direction, taking in the burning sky blue eyes as well as the sparks of lightning above her fingers. Kathrine was one of the few who could make lightning when she made raw magic. She could cast spells and curses and what not, but the lightning thing was a distinct sisterhood thing. Hmm, I wondered if Anna could replicate her grandmother’s powers. Said grandmother was busy glowering at me though. Ungrateful bitch.

“B*tch, you’ve brought it upon yourself.” Whoosh! The masked woman attacked first with the long sword containing an electric glow in her hand. Although the sword had not been refined, it triggered lightning in the sky with a slash. Moreover, it was purple. Julius looked at it. ‘D*mn. It’s so powerful?’ He dared not intercept it forcefully. Everyone reached a consensus that during the Tribulation Crossing, they would basically die if they encountered a purple Lightning Tribulation. The purple Lightning Tribulation was known as the Lightning Tribulation with the strongest destruction.

My father is the Alpha of the Blue moon pack and my mother is a Dokar witch, though she had since been excommunicated from her coven, the cause, her mating with a wolf. My nana is a wolf, she is my grandmother, my grandfather died during the twilight wars. The twilight wars were the greatest war ever, it was a great war between all the night creatures, a peace treaty was never signed and when no one came out victorious from the war, it just stopped, but it didn't stop other people from trying to restart the war, so an agreement was reached and mating between different creatures was banned. But it so happened that the moon goddess had other plans and many witches were mated to wolves, most of

“Wolves that hunts, resting upon the tree. Bats that are swaying for their day had just begun. Now here comes a soul whose warry and awake. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, white and sleep has flown. Be warry and up to your guard for the fear that surrounds and along. For the witch whose heart is an utter cold, will curse you, truth be told. She comes she'll go leave naught behind, but curses and bolds. Deep, dark forest, birds are silent for the night. Cows turned in as daylight dies, but one soul lies in a hunting state or disarray. For your puppet, perfection, oh please shut your eyes. Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries, as the witc

Chris' PoV After the meeting in our company was done, I went to my office to carry out some paperwork which took longer than expected, by the time I have completed them and checked them off, everyone was already gone except for me and my secretary (Lyla) who helped me out to finish the day off before making our way outside. Lyla was one of my trusted worker and ally, despite how the company was full of human employees, Lyla is actually not a human but instead a witch and therefore she knows of my identity, she was also the one who looked after me when I was in pain due to my ex-mate, she also taught me about medicine and potions so I was able to make them which can help wolves at critical mo

Blonde, angelic hair might frame her face, but her whole appearance screams danger. "Oh, witch, you will pay for hurting me..." Lilith stands up and takes a stance, with electricity zapping from one finger to the other. "Playtime is over, and it's time for you to die!" Lilith claps her hands together, and I realize I can't evade the lightning heading my way. I doubt the shield made of wind will save me this time, and I take a deep breath. What should I do?

There was some white sort of light that the witches used around the ropes binding her, and Maverick guessed there was a witch at play. There was a witch after all, maybe Crystalbell herself? It wouldn’t be surprising since it was the woman who had lured Aurora out by herself.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glanced at Damon, who stirred beside me, before making my way downstairs. Zara, was already at the door, ushering in our unexpected visitor. Latisha, alias the witch, stood in the doorway. “Greetings, Luna,” she greeted with a bow, her voice soft. “You sent for me.” I smiled in acknowledgment, noting the ragged, thick plain dress she wore and the long strands of different colored hair that framed her face. Latisha was a woman of contradictions, a dark witch turned white witch, After her twin sister was burnt alive and her sight was taken she converted, and spent her years planting herbs and foretelling futures, and others.

[KILL WHAT'S LEFT] The witch let out a flash of blue light from both hands. The light morphed into a sword held in her hand. The witch did not realise that there was another wolf sneaking up behind her. In one breath, the wolf behind her pounced on the nape of the witch's neck and broke it.

"And finally, I was able to get a hold of you once again." "What kind of sick twisted prank is this?" I screamed, bucking against the restraints. The metal suddenly bit into my skin, a searing white hot heat that made me hiss through my teeth. It felt like I was being branded, I turned to see a tiny liquid dropping from the iron onto my skin. I tried to pull, the liquid poured even more. "What's this?!" "Silver. Works like a charm for werewolves," he noted, watching my struggle with clinical interest.