Mulan Witch Novels & Stories

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

dreaded by the look in Mukura’s eyes she moves backward. “I just want to hear everyone in this land scream, love!” she pushes the air in her hands as if she is pushing a movable heavy wall, “I will call this little trick, Miasma! I don’t know if the poison air and the name miasma go hand in hand but I am going to call it that either way!” Mukura advances forward with the witch that had given her an unpleasant welcome choking after breathing the poisoned air. She steps on her advancing deeper into the village of the white witches.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

"But I've also never met a person without a wolf who can create... portals... out of thin air." "How do you know I don't have a wolf?" "I heard the rumours about Alpha Tristan's daughter and I can smell it on you." He flexed his shoulders, the muscles of his chest rippling in response. Helena stared transfixed, her response, forgotten and looked away when a pleasant heat began bubbling in her belly. She wasn't completely safe until they fully mated so it was best not to trigger her poor but effective excuse of a heat. "Your clothes are over there," she pointed at the table by the window, "washed and pressed." She added, wanting to impress him and preened at the thankful smile he threw her wa

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

The witch said, as a warning. “I appreciate your concern, but they took my grandbabies and are planning to trade them with the dark one in an exchange to save their sorry lives. So yes it is more than worth it.” Lateri said, hitting the end button on her cell. “Don’t you hate we can slam phones down anymore. That would have been the best hangup if they would have heard the crash of the phone being hung up.” Mylan said, smiling. “Was that the witches you asked for help? Did they tell you anything?” Ameliah asked looking over at Mylan and Lateri. “Um if they did what makes you think we would tell you anything?” Mylan asked turning her nose up at Ameliah. “Why do you have to be so mean to the L

Master Declan mulled it over for a long second before he glared and yelled for the whole forest to hear, “If you don’t return by midnight, I would kill that witch.” There was a strong gust of wind, as if signaling for him to go. He let out a threatening growl and I watched as he went back to our path in the woods. “You shouldn’t have brought him here, wolf,” a now clearer voice of a woman made me face the front direction again. There stood the witch, with her curly hair the length of her shoulder and streaks of blue in them. She was looking at me harshly. “I needed help to travel,” I uttered with composure. This is my first time conversing with an actual witch. She seems ordinary at first gl

I tried to force a smile. “Yes. I am that person.” “You are involved in the recent events at Mystic Vale.” “Of course I am,” she admitted. A loud growl erupted as Janet sprinted toward me. She stepped between me and the witch, snarling at her. She must have followed me and tried to remain undetected, as she was clad in nothing but a bathrobe. It was freezing outside; I hoped she would be alright. The witch’s eyes looked at Janet with genuine affection. “Hello, Janet, Marian’s granddaughter.”

I waited patiently for him because I understood that he was still tortured by his guilt. “Melinda is rumored to be a cursed she-wolf born from a witch clan that was annihilated by the Alpha King’s men. Just like her witch mother, she knew well how to cast curses and alter the memories of people who needed her help. Most were victims of trauma and abuse. But I believe Melinda is not an evil hybrid, though. She helped so many people from the Ivory Pack. The ones who cannot afford to go to hospitals or seek doctors.” “A witch?” Those words brought anger to me that I couldn’t explain. A loathing I had never felt before in anyone in my entire life. “He brought me to a witch to erase my memories!

Vivian asked, her confusion evident in her voice. With an eerie intensity, Malia raised her head, revealing eyes completely devoid of color—eyes that possessed an otherworldly quality. A witch. "Dökk eru augu þín og hugur þinn er skýjaðr." Malia chanted, casting a spell that immediately plunged Vivian into unconsciousness. Unbeknownst to Vivian, a wicked smile formed on Malia's face as she stared down at her unconscious victim, reveling in the success of her malevolent actions.