Lion Witch Wardrobe White Witch Novels & Stories

I yell at her angered and Samson’s hand lands on my chest pulling me back slightly. “They are using a dark witch. I’m not sure what she is being used for but she seems to be almost running the show but hiding behind Justin.” I hear Kain say to the group of Alphas at the table paying no mind to our argument. I look to the white witch who side-eyes them but quickly looks to the sky speaking quietly and quickly. “Tarot.” Everyone falls silent and looks at the white witch who is staring at me with her piercing pink eyes. Her white cloak is up over her hair and she drops it while turning to them.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

The trees that lined the courtyard were lush and green, and the leaves rustled gently in the wind. Miranda’s outfit was that of a typical witch from the Shadows Covens. Her black dress clung to her curves and was adorned with various gemstones that sparkled in the light. She had a cloak draped over her shoulders, and her long black hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes, which were a piercing green, were lined with kohl, and her lips were painted a deep red.

Everything that about her is a fairly neutral brown color from her hair down to her suit. The last witch has black hair and blue eyes. She seems to have similar qualities to each of the witches before her. She did not go so far as to wear a pencil skirt but she is still wearing a very business like skirt suit in grey with white pinstripes. Overall, each witch commands respect on their own. They each have an air about them that speaks of their power. None of them look to be older than 30 but, of course, with their witch lineage that could simply be because they are witches.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

For a few moments, I thought she would run away from me. Although she is a powerful witch, even an ordinary wolf can snatch her life away when caught by surprise, let alone an alpha wolf. The witches’ bodies are not so different from humans; their physical abilities are the same; they can get hurt and die at the same rate if not for a healing spell of witches, but Agatha cannot heal herself; it is one of the curses of a white witch.

David added. “Thank you, everyone. Laura, the time to act is now, don’t you think?” I asked. “Indeed, Alpha Michael.” she replied, clutching her necklace. She whispered into it, and within seconds, white smoke began to swirl around us. “Isn’t it my favorite daughter? Speak, and I shall do as you ask.” a figure emerged. She had white hair, white eyes, a long white dress, and elongated nails. Laura made the introductions, but the witch remained silent.

Saraya said and came down the front stairs to stand by my side. Adalwulf, Gloringreag Horncoat and the pale guy, opened a rolled-up fabric and unveiled a hand-woven symbol of a head of Lycan done with black thread. The fur was white but the rest of it was black, and embedded in it was a distinctive shape of a dwarf, a witch with a pointy hat and bats.

Whooooo~ We don't have to wait long before we are joined by 5 other "witches" who pile into our booth. They all give names that are either crystals, botanical plants, or have some other connection to nature or mythology. I'm not kidding. Marigold, Jasper, Antigone, Rainy, and Juniper all squish in next to us, each dressed in some version of boho chic like my friend Slone, who came in a black linen jumper with a leather harness and matching boots. I'm the only one there in a dress, and the one showing off the most skin, which just makes me feel like some kind of offering...or sacrifice.

They walk into the witches layer and it looks like they are unaware of the unwanted visitors who have invited themselves into their premise. The beasty alpha walk in with grace and he didn't fret about anything he walk in his human form but his eyes were still red, it looks like the beast gave the body but not the mind. They were about to move when they heard a pop sound they turn to see the white witch Saphira. Saphira is the white witch who is powerful and has white hair.