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.

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…'

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.

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

I smirked to myself, This could get interesting… I watched the girl banter with Eric a bit more as he assessed her. He seemed to enjoy the fight even more with her cold exterior. More wraiths appeared and I tensed, Eric was a Shadow weaver meaning he had control over them, supposedly. Eric could weave and manipulate shadows to travel and even capture dead souls and turn them into wraiths. Yet wraiths were still somewhat feral creatures. They had talons which could slice through bone if given the chance. Not how I wished to spend my time.

White mist emanated from its mouth as it approached Fifi, making it difficult for her to remain conscious. Fifi desperately stimulated specific points with needles, using the pain to stay awake. She continued to bite her tongue as well. The wolf howled. Yama, the white wolf, was very eerie. As it approached Fifi, it continued to howl softly. The sound appeared to have magical properties, causing Fifi to see scenes she should never have seen. She knew it was an illusion, but it was exactly what she desired. Finally, Fifi was unable to resist and fell completely into the illusion.