Penyihir Putih Novels & Stories

"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."

She said swiftly as she pleaded to stay alive by all cost. Men like one thing, and that one thing she was sure of, they liked pretty ladies, and what they liked more than pretty ladies was pretty ladies that isn't hard to chase, Zeniva might be a witch with white lines all over her and pure white eyes, but she had the ability to alter her appearance, that's how witches stay hidden. They use that as their defense mechanism and make other creatures attracted to them, after which they kill them and use them to make potions

Carson sighed in defeat as he opened his mouth, Isis dropped two droplets of the liquid inside his mouth. Carson's face scrunched up in disgust. "What was that? It tasted like piss!" We all began laughing. "Actually it is pee," Isis informed. "What?" Carson sounded like himself again. "Yes, in fact, it's my pee. The pee of a white witch holds healing properties and I am a pure-blooded white witch, so my pee works 10 times faster than a regular white witch." We all stopped laughing. "I think I'm going to be sick," Carson said as he sprung to his feet.

They arrived at the ceremony venue and everyone is silent. They looked around and noticed several people performing a ritual. They could see Alpha Nero in white clothes and a white robe, he is holding a tall staff, beside him is Riri who is wearing all white clothes. Indeed, everything related to the spirit is always identified with that color. The Werewolves believe that a spirit that is guided by bright or white color, will become a good spirit…on the other hand, if they accompany it in a dark color…the spirit will bring disaster and bring badness, a great calamity.

“Wind, water, fire and earth. Thus we've got the Lady of Wind, also known as the White Witch; the Lady of Water, the Blue Witch; the Lady of Fire, the Red Witch; and finally, the Lady of Earth, the Black Witch. To my knowledge, the one behind Bentley was the White Witch.” I rested my bag on top of a rock. Todd sat next to me and started to drink some water as he listened. “Why is that?” “Because the White Witch is usually also known for potions,” Alan explained, “Imagine this: she could disperse potions in the wind, affecting anyone who breathes it in. Even in small doses, the effects accumulate over time. No one can monitor what they breathe 24/7.” No wonder it was easy for her to get her p

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…'

He had seen Bo ahead of them and there was only one person that he's trying to find right now. Just then, a white smoke came to him. It circled around him, hugging him as though it was longing for him. It danced in his ears and he heard Ferlah's cold voice saying his name. After this, the white smoke guided him back into the battlefield. Prince Zaeius called him but it was like he was under a spell. He just let the white smoke led him away. There was nothing left where Ferlah stood but a small, crystal clear marble filled with a white lightning strikes and white smoke inside. It was her soul power.

ito ang inaral namin noong unang pasok pa lang namin ah. Pero agad nag taas ng kamay si eresh "Ano yun?" Tanong sa kanya "Ano pong mangyayari sa isang white witch kung ginawa niya iyon?" Tanong niya "Depende sa kalagayan kung minsan kasi nasasagip ang dalawa at minsan naman kailangan mamili ng isa" turo ni maam lim agad na tumango si eresh "May tinatawag ding black magic spell isa ito sa pinagbabawal na mahika, mapaparusahan ang buong lahi mo pag isa ang gumawa nito"

Buttercup opened her eyes, almost gasping when she saw the bluish-white glow rising from the ground. She would have thought, with all she had witnessed since Rhychard entered her life, nothing would have scared her, especially a light—a pulsing, eerie, bluish-white light. A spirit. Buttercup had to remind herself that this was all that was left of Rose Tillery, the young witch who had assisted Buttercup in learning how to protect herself against the Learys or anyone else who wanted to cause her pain. Yet, it did scare her. It scared her very much.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.