Narnia White Witch Wand Novels & Stories

“Of course I am. She’s worth more to me than anything else.” The White Witch stared at me—long enough for the air to feel heavy. In the depths of her gaze, something faint shifted. I couldn’t tell if it was respect or sorrow. “Very well,” she said at last. “If that is your choice. Give me something of hers.” I immediately handed over the glass vial Brian had given me—the one containing Ashley’s hair and blood. The White Witch took the vial, gliding over to the edge of the hot spring. She poured the liquid into the water, then lifted her slender fingers and traced a slow line across the surface. As she whispered that ancient, twisted spell, her voice was gentle but chilling.

"You're the only one who actually treated me like a person instead of just another soldier in the pack. Let me do this." I reached out and squeezed his arm. "Mason, listen to me. If I show up in a gown you bought with your life savings, Jaxon wins. He gets to see us struggling. He gets to see me 'relying' on someone else. I'm the White Witch. I don't need silk to make an entrance." "Then what are you going to do?" he asked, looking genuinely worried. I looked at the rack of rejected, cursed, and tattered gowns. A cold, sharp resolve began to crystallize in my mind. In my diary, I had the memories of the original Lumira — a woman who was a master of enchantments and hidden arts.

"The curse is deep and it is strong. This Ishild you speak of… she is more powerful than any sorceress I have come across. I only see darkness around her. Whatever shred of her that was left after the daemon took her soul is long gone" "Is there a way to break it?" Saffron asked. Oda nodded slowly. "It can be, yes. But only light can drive out the darkness." "What does that mean?" Saffron questioned impatiently. "It means you, dear. You are a white witch. It is your white magic that can erase the dark."

Helena felt Allistor walk into the room and close the door behind him but her eyes remained on the group as she waited for a response or a valid reason to explain why they were against her. They were not cowards, each possessing battle scars on both their bodies and minds, but her magic was an impressive force that left mute and paralyzed. The brunette had learned after so long of doing it unconsciously that if she released the right amount of her magic in just the right way, it could make hardened warriors tremble like pups in a dark forest. "You claim she is weak because she has no wolf. That she would taint the Damon bloodline if I were to fully mate and sire a pup with her." He recited,

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

“She is in the middle of a major casting while on the air. The amount of power it would take to spread that kind of message through the television is beyond anything I’ve ever seen a human witch capable of doing. There’s something else…” “Other than the fact that Rosalynd’s mom is kinda creepy?” “Oh, it gets worse,” I look for a Sharpie and then walk up to the screen. I draw around the edges of the other image, the one that is almost invisible to my Fae vision. “Tell me, wolf, what do you see now.” “There’s another face,” his jaw drops. “Holy Fuck, who is that?” “Whoever that is, he looks angry. And,” I add as I turn off the screen shivering. “He’s the one powering the spell.”

AURORA'S POV There was a huge mansion in woods which was white in colour with cream interior. The place gives a warm vibe but I know from far that this is going to be a hell of a ride for me. I should find a way and escape from here as soon as possible. I couldn’t escape in car because I was all panicked and was not that good in teleportation spell. I needed some time in peace so that I get the spell to work but the nerves ponding against my skin made me dumb as they said what a weak witch I am. My parents would be really disappointed in me. As soon as I was thrown into a dark room my restrains were opened letting me feel my sore hands. These motherfuckers tied them pretty tight. The darknes

I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself. “At exactly midnight, put the ingredients together in a pot. Should be in order according to the list. The heat should come from the trunk of a fifty-year-old oak tree. Simmer while reading the enchantment until the color fades. It should be as clear as water. Cool down before serving.” The procedure seemed easy but the power it carries could alter someone’s fate. By then, I decided to risk my life and become a real witch. -- My farewell including my reasons of taking this path was written in a piece of cloth. I used charcoal as my ink and my handkerchief as my paper. After I put the letter on the table, I held on

She was mad mad. She did have a point though, Cole and I weren't abominations, it hurt a bit when the Fairy referred to us as that, we were just new creatures that no one yet understood. "I am sorry your majesty." The Fairy apologized and moved back in fear. My godmother's eyes had already turned completely white and the scepter in her hair was glowing. I didn't know that it could do that. "Mother, calm yourself please," Ophelia spoke in a low voice and I barely heard her, she touched her mother's arm softly and I watched her eyes revert back to their normal combination of pink and blue.

Thalia, the renowned White Witch—she had heard tales of her powers and kindness, but never imagined she would find herself in her presence. While Sage could forsee the future, Thalia the white witch were pure. White witches often possess a deep sense of empathy and compassion, allowing them to connect with others on an emotional level and offer support, comfort, and healing. White witches often possess the ability to heal wounds, illnesses, and ailments using magical means. They may also have knowledge of herbal remedies and natural healing methods. White witches can create wards, shields, and protective barriers to defend themselves and others from harm. These protective spells may guard ag