Narnia White Witch Wand Novels & Stories

In an almost fragile hut, I entered and met an old woman with hair that was all white. “What brings you all the way here?” asked the old woman who was the greatest witch. I could feel the anger he was holding back. "Give me a magic spell," I said boldly. "What? Do you want me to make a magic spell for you?” “Yes, I need it now. There is nothing you cannot make in this world.” “Who do you think you are to dare ask me something like this? What am I helping you for!” said the witch angrily. “Nash! In order to destroy Nash, I heard that he has been involved in black magic. And I need a magic spell to fight it," I said without fear.

Nicklaus suddenly Fluttered his eyes open when he remembered something and stood up immediately… He walked past a whole lot of bookshelves and finally stopped in front of one which was in a secluded part of his library. This shelf contains all his magical collections including spell books… He trailed his fingers on the shelf and raised it to his face to see how much dust it had collected.. After searching through the shelf with his eyes he finally found what he was looking for… He scrunched down and mumbled something in Latin before making an attempt to touch the book… He took it outta the shelf and walked back to the couch… This is a spell book that belongs to the very first white witch to

It projected a moving image of two people, Tristan and Anne. It was that time when he revealed his special ability to Anne. "Didn't see that coming," stunned, the Witch made her remark. "How was that possible, Teacher?" eyes wide open, Sherfy asked. The dragonfly emerged from the mirror and fixated itself on the surface of Serina's emerald brooch, which is clipped on the cloth on her chest. With that, it appears to have lost its life and completely turned into an embossed decoration to the gem. "How about we ask him directly?" she answered with a smirk.

"The power that comes from her body is that of a healer. Is she not stronger than an average wolf?" "Yes, she is," I agreed. "Good, Also, she looks like her mother; I have a picture of her in one of my books. She was good at water healing. Her name is Christiana White. Your family is known as the white healers." "Then how come I have no powers whatsoever?" Alex asked, looking worried. "Because your magic is locked, don't you have a library here, Alpha Hayden?" I nodded. "We do; what is it?"

At times he worried about how such a young witch could not be affected by the dangerous magic, only his worries washed away from seeing how she behaved responsibly with what she learned. “I see, but what does the prince require in such a place? If I remember correctly, this must be your first time visiting such a place” the man commented while stroking his beard slowly as he observed them with guarded eyes. Swallowing the prince felt a cold prickle touch the back of his neck leaving him more uncomfortable than ever. “I have a deal with the potion’s teacher to teach the prince” Anberine’s words caught the librarian’s ears surprising him more than ever, stunned Skye turned to look at Anberine.

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.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'

She turned to face him, and a white crystal appeared on her palm, “Your wings could grant you three wishes. But, I do hope you wish to come home with me one day.” Everyone else was busy bringing the wounded to the infirmary. They didn’t sustain any casualties, but many were injured. Knights of Death’s scythe wasn’t as deathly as the Angel of Death’s scythe. They could have one loss if Stefano didn’t arrive on time to save the white witch. Now, he understood the extent of Mira’s power. A white witch’s blood was considered the most powerful blood amongst the witches. It was sporadic too. For his whole life, he only had the chance to meet two white witches. And, he considered it as a privilege

It is said that a white which has magnificent powers of completely healing and bringing back the dead to life. It is also said that a white witch is pure and innocent at heart making their heart, a heart of gold. They're said to be one of the most beautiful creatures amongst all others and tends to mate with powerful supernatural's. Because they are always desired or exploited by others, White Witches live in constant terror; this is why they are matched with strong partners who can defend them. A white witch could control telepathy with other people, change the weather, and use dimensiokinesis, which is the ability to move through several realms by throwing someone into one.