Mulan Witch Novels & Stories

A wand was on her left hand and a stuffed toy cat in her right hand to represent a familiar witch in the supernatural world - Allison the witch of Maridom. Meagan stared at the mysterious smoke-eyed powerful witch that was famous as a great fortune teller. Meagan blinked severally as she stared at the mirror just to make sure the woman staring back at her was really Meagan Swift. The make up artist that worked on her face had done a great job at giving her this look. Out of all the werewolves histories Meagan has read in her life - Allison the witch of Maridom seems to be her favorite icon. Meagan sighed as she faced Hazel. “Don’t you think this costume is a bit too much?” She asked.

The minutes ticked by like hours as I struggled to keep the witch in my sights. And then, a glimmer of movement caught my eye. I spotted a flash of blonde hair in the crowd. It was similar to Maria's hair. I followed the trail. It didn't take me long to find Marian. I found her surrounded by a group of men, her powers of seduction in full display. Anger and frustration bubbled within me as I strode towards her. What on earth was she doing? This was a mission of life and death yet all she cared about was flirting with a bunch of warlocks?

the warriors start murmuring among themselves. "Isn't the woods declared to be dangerous for now? When did Prince Lucian found his mate? Is the rumor about a witch in Crisinda true?" The warriors asked among themselves while Russell paused for them to digest the piece of information he just passed before he continue. "Due to the rise in rogue sighting and the fruitless effort of the king to reach the prince, it is feared that the prince has most likely been abducted but we don't know where," another round of murmuring broke out among the warriors.

No doubt in my mind that she was guilty as they came. She was giggling stupidly with her friend while they pointed at me. I didn't understand the friendship between Monica and Mrs Kagwe. Unmated females hardly mixed with mated ones, unless of course they were family. The two weren't related at all, was there something I wasn't aware of? 'Damn, that was a nasty fall. ' Chef Ronald swore, rushing to my side. But before he could even help me up, Monica spoke. 'Are you seriously going to touch..(Monica pointed at me) that? ' Her voice held so much disgust. The hate she felt for me was indescribable, and for what? All because I was born a witch?

He replied, “Our pack oracle told me and my dad that Dahlia was after me, so they sent me to live in the mountains in a shack the pack had there. I had been there plenty of times, so I knew how to survive. I was like you. They taught me how to survive without using magic and on my own. She found me. I tried to hide from her, but she grabbed me and beat the shit out of me. She broke my legs to keep me from running. I think they may be healed now.” “Well,” I sighed, “now that I know who you are, I will tell you a little more about myself. I am a witch, raised by Queen Winnie of the White Witch Coven.” Everyone gasped as I continued, “I know how lucky I was that it was her who found me. I alway

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

“Kill the witch!” My chest felt tight, I could not breathe right but I forced the words out. “Look at the facts,” I said. “Mara was twisted, arms bent, and black veins everywhere. That takes strong controlled magic. I can barely light a candle without it flickering. My power is new and unstable. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.” A few people went quiet and looked at each other.

, I tell sipping the salty and sweet warm red liquid. AUTHOR’S POV “bring her to my home, no matter what”, the middle aged woman yells at the young lady. “I cant, she wont listen to me, she have made her plans”, the frightened young lady tells shivering in fear. “tomorrow is her eighteenth birthday, she will turn into witch completely and I want her to bond with my son”, the woman snaps growling in anger. “Am sorry, Luna, I will try to bring her to you”, she tells timidly.

Lillian along with them. Vastria ignored her suggestion. Her eyes glowed silvery red with rage. “I cannot allow Meagan to lose her family when I finally gained mine! If you will not talk to me because I am part witch and demon, then talk to me as the daughter and inheritor of the grand witch.” She demanded holding her ground against the wolf alpha.

He was indifferent to what happened that night. Alright, this is a long dining table. Raka's extended family sits at one table. In the main seat was Grandma, beside her is Raka parents, then Mr Jacob and Mrs Mira with their two children Mulan and Patricia, and there is another woman I saw face today. I've never met that woman before. "Look at her, see the illegitimate child with her disgusting eyes," said Mulan looking at me. I can be sure the words were aimed at me. My hands shook, holding a tablespoon, and I was surprised to feel ashamed of being caught staring at the woman sitting beside Raka.