Lion Witch Wardrobe White Witch Novels & Stories

They didn’t expect a young witch secretly making her way through the trees towards an old house. She’d never been to this town so she wasn’t sure of its whereabouts, she only knew what she was told by the one who sent her. Carrying the device that would change her fate and two rival packs, she slowly crept through the foot of snow that had already settled on the ground. The wind whipped her white hood off her head, blowing her hair in her face. She wasn’t used to wearing white; it was as foreign to her as the forest she walked in. Her standard black and crimson to the shade of almost purple cloak was left at home to ensure she stayed unseen in the blizzard made by her mother.

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

Alley said, trying to clear up any confusion. I could see the wheels turning in their heads. "The other ladies are lunas but are the chosen six and those are their alpha mates. Aside from Ambrosia and I they make up the wolf and white witch council." I said making sure they knew who everyone was. "We weren't aware you were all related. The last thing we heard was you and Queen Ambrosia were fighting or had gotten into a fight." Brent said, making us laugh. "Ah yes, you see there was a war before this and our little great white witch over there called for an alliance between myself and Pythia. We did get into a fight, I needed to see her strength before I made the decision, and please just ca

Out of all the thousands of packs under the moon, only a tiny handful of high leaders have enough meat to trade for it. That is why Lisa is rolling on the dirt. I stand up from my log stool, leaving the water mirror behind. I walk over and lift the heavy royal coat out of the cedar. It is a long, heavy winter gown with short sleeves and layers of soft, see-through valley mist cloth. But that is not the part that makes my wolf stand up. The wool is dyed the exact purple and dark blue of a midnight sky during a full moon... And every single star on the cloth is made of a real, blazing white mountain diamond.

And there, standing between two of the tallest monoliths, was her. She didn't run. That was my first mistake, thinking she would. "You're trespassing," I called out, my hand moving to my blade. My wolf surged forward, pressing against my consciousness, demanding I shift and tear her apart. The witch turned to face me. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty winters at most. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight like chips of amber. She wore simple robes, no armor, no visible weapons.

Callista I rush to the window of my room, thankful that the chain is long enough to allow me the movement, and throw open the windows. There is an army of werebears, both turned and in human form, surrounding the house, facing the forest from the east. Near the tree line stands a woman dressed in the white garb of the witches, flowing pants tucked into her boots, a white tunic over a long-sleeved bodice with a sash tied around her waist, and a scarf wound around her neck. Her snow-white hair is tied back from her face, and her pale eyes glisten with an ethereal light.

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

"We kept our end of the bargain." The witches in the circle whispered among themselves. They looked at the fang with greed. "Impressive," the Matriarch said. "The White Wolf strikes true." She reached into her robe. She pulled out a small velvet pouch. "The Cloak of Shadows," she said. "It is not a fabric. It is a spell. A rune carved into the bone." She walked over to me. "Give me your hand," she ordered. I extended my hand. She pulled a sharp needle from her sleeve. Before I could flinch she pricked my finger. She did the same to Kael. And then she walked over to Leo who was sleeping on the bench. She pricked his finger too.

he stated. Bryan and Frank nodded. One dropped our packages, and the other dropped Todd, who asked, “What are the four elements they can master?” Good question, Todd. He asked one of my doubts for me. I almost gave him a thumbs up. “Wind, water, fire and earth. Thus we've got the Lady of Wind, also known as the White Witch; the Lady of Water, the Blue Witch; the Lady of Fire, the Red Witch; and finally, the Lady of Earth, the Black Witch. To my knowledge, the one behind Bentley was the White Witch.”