Penyihir Putih Novels & Stories

Right there I asked the white witch, Sapphire, to check if there was any dark magic on my mate and she agreed. The moment we got back, she caught the idiot I presumed to be my mate for almost two years, by surprise. Instantly, when the white ball of pure energy hit her, her true face was revealed. I lunged forward but before I could sink my fangs into her, she disappeared. She had teleported herself to God knows where

The moment the doors slid apart, an instant shower of soothing brightness flooded her sight. "Oh, my god...” What lay before her eyes was not rooms or corridors, but a magnificent piece of indoor forest with a huge tree in the middle. As soon as she stepped out, a dancing glow hove into view and swirled around her. She tried to touch it, but it drifted away, leaving her in silent wonderment. Nobody was around, and it further amplified the echoes of every footstep she made. Level 100 wasn't a floor. It was an enchantment.

And judging by the appearance of several heavy hitters on the platform, it was going to be difficult for its regeneration to keep up with the rate of damage. The eyes of the White Fox flashed brightly when she saw Mane approaching. A white light escaped her eyes and descended upon Mane’s figure so quickly that he wasn’t able to avoid it. But Mane wasn’t worried because she was using her Glow – Hypnosis. His Spirit was strong, and he had no fear concerning that skill. And his lack of caution didn’t lead to any unforeseen circumstances, for he easily shrugged of the spiritual attack.

"Jamal, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, In the realms where shadows intertwine, a meeting awaits you. Drink from the vial before the moon's descent, and the dream shall be your conduit. Heed the call of the unseen, for revelations await. The White Witch." The cryptic message held a resonance that transcended the physical realm. As I contemplated the words, the vial cradled in my palm emitted a faint glow. The elixir within pulsed with a muted energy, as if whispering secrets only the moon and the night could fathom.

White. My hair was white. I sucked in a sharp breath, reaching up to grip a strand between my fingers. This wasn’t right. My hair had never been this colour. Panic twisted in my gut. “Why is my hair white?” The voice, her voice, answered gently. “It is evidence of your powers. They have fully manifested.” I shook my head, still grasping at the strands. “No... No, this isn’t—” “You are in my presence, Mima. Here, your true form is revealed. It's me, the goddess”

But she’s looking at the screen, a slight frown on her beautiful face. “Can you make anything of it?” I ask, looking down at the image once again. The tiny stark moon surrounded by darkness. The black shadows around the edge are beginning to claw across the page. Then the man who has tendrils of the darkness wrapped around him, curling around his arms and back, and right in the centre is the wolf with pink eyes, surrounded by pink cherry blossoms. There is a clear white area around the wolf and where the white part goes, the dark tendrils curve around it, not touching the white.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Alley POV: Sitting around the table everyone showed no emotions. Patiently waiting on why we had called them here on an urgent matter. I had my hands in my lap fidgeting with my fingers. Stephen placed his hand over mine "Calm down princess it'll be fine." he mind linked me. "I'm going to ask that no one interrupt while I explain, after you are all free to ask any questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their head but we had their full attention. "My mate and I have discovered some history of our lineages, as well as who we truly are. My bloodline comes from the last remaining royal line, we all know each family was bestowed a gift by the goddess herself. My family has the gift of a shield where n

A bunch of articles came up but it wasn't giving me what I really wanted. So I typed in ‘Light witches’ instead. ‘Light witches practice white magic. White magic refers to the use of supernatural powers or magic for selfless purposes. Many of these people claimed to have the ability to do such things because of knowledge or power that was passed on to them through hereditary lines, or by some event later in their lives. White magic was practiced through healing, blessing, charms, incantations, prayers, and songs. White magic is the benevolent counterpart of malicious black magic.’

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.