Lion Witch Wardrobe White Witch Novels & Stories

At the far end stood a woman, cloaked in white, her hood lowered. Her presence was undeniable. She was tall and willowy, skin the shade of moonlight, hair long and white-gold, braided with vines and shimmering threads of starlight. Her eyes glowed with iridescent silver, like liquid mercury, both otherworldly and ancient. The moment they stepped into the room, Aurora could feel the power humming off her in waves. Not threatening—just old. Deep. Like the echo of the forest at night. “Your Majesty,” the witch said, her voice soft and melodic, but tinged with age. She turned to Aries. “And Your Majesty.”

"The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me." She said and brought out a long staff. She was furious for not being respected by Lucia. She needed to teach the half breed with a life lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. She looked round the room in her invisible state and looked for a better place to attack Lucia from. She had seen the hair come out on her and her fingers had become claws although she hadn't shifted fully. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the Witches shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia while murmuring some incomprehensive words. She cackled and soon the whole room was shakin

She tries to zip it up but her hands can't reach the zipper. She's really tempted to look in the mirror but she doesn't. She steps out to the ohhs and ahhs of her audience. Sarah turns around. "Someone please zip me up." Katrina snaps her finger and the dress zips up automatically. Sapphire jumps up and starts to clap. "Woah! Being a witch is so cool." Katrina snorts. "Darling girl, you don't know the least of it." SAMANTHA

Witch of the North and Phillipes other mate. Emerging from the darkness of my vision she stood behind a wooden altar. I could just make out its construction. Bones. Hundreds of bones and skulls arranged together to create a huge plinth for herself. Draped in a deep purple velvet gown her purple eyes glowed with a terrifying mania. Her white hair was cut into short, dagger-like points framing her cheekbones. I remember Nikolai’s report on his fight with her. As a witch she shouldn’t have a wolf. She’s essentially an overpowered human. Yet she told Nikolai she had Luna Hollie’s wolf. A golden eyed, Alpha-powered beast.

“I Alpha Russell reject you as my-” “You cannot reject her and you will not reject her.'' a sharp feminine voice came from behind us. I turned around to look at her. She was in her fifties and wore a black gown with her hair painted black and white. She wore a long necklace that reached below her breast made with coral beads, beads that were similar to my bracelet. She was a witch. Alpha Russell furrowed his eyebrow, his eyes reduced to a split as he looked at her. “She has a wolf. It's just locked within'' she added, maintaining Alpha dean glare with square shoulders that screamed confidence.

But not the kind we feared. Not the kind we were taught to hate. Why didn't Matteo come here for help? Or he doesn't know about this witch? I was about to ask Xander when the witch finally appeared. She didn’t look anything like I expected. Her long white hair spilled over her shoulders like snow. Her face was young, smooth, beautiful—far too young to match her eyes, which were ancient. Eyes that had seen too much. She wore a dress the color of fresh moss, embroidered with threads of gold and bronze. Bracelets of woven herbs jingled on her wrists as she bowed.

Dawn arrived without ceremony, without pity, creeping pale and grey across the camp like a sickness. The witch was already awake. She looked at me once—my bloodshot eyes, the tremor in my hands, the way my shoulders hunched as though bracing for a blow—and nodded. “White,” she said, pressing the cloth into my hands. “You will stand clean before the river so he has nothing over you again.” My fingers fumbled as I wrapped the cloth around myself, the fabric too light, too bright. ‘A shroud,’ Vethros purred. ‘She dresses you like something meant to be buried.’

Where did that come from? "Our practice is generally limited here, due to the Alpha of the werewolves.", says Rachel leaning closer, in a quiet voice, almost like a whisper. "The most powerful witch in the town is Lord Loucas, he owns the funeral home downtown. He is a bone witch, as most are in his coven. The rest of us are good for fortune telling and some protection spells or jars."

I raised my eyebrow at her, waiting for a response. “She won’t be wearing white.” Belle spoke up. “She’s going to be a dutchess and she’s a wolf. She’s going to be wearing silver and blue for the wolf clan and dutchy position. Your dad will be wearing silver and red.” This made me roll my eyes even harder. “So why am I not wearing silver? And whatever color goes for gods, dragons, wolves, fae, and vampires?” I was not letting this rest. Lily snickered in the corner. “Well, actually… you are… Have you not been told that black is the absence of color but white is all colors together?” Her eyes twinkled at me. I sighed.

"Without her, Lucian's curse returns. The beast takes over. He becomes the monster the old stories warned us about. The alphas who fear him now will turn against him. His kingdom will crumble from within." "And what do we get out of this?" Alpha Vex leaned forward. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. "I did not travel three days to risk my neck for your revenge." "You get a piece of the White Witch," I said. I unrolled a parchment on the table. On it was a detailed drawing of a woman's body, each part labeled. "The elders tell us that every part of a White Witch holds power. Her eyes can see the future. Her tongue can command armies. Her ears can hear thoughts across great distances. Her h