Penyihir Putih Novels & Stories

When white smoke flew around Moon, everyone believed that it was the white witches from before, those who preceded Sky, from those who died a natural death to those who were killed by humans on bonfires. Sky starts singing a strange chant, in a language that none of them knew, and Moon returns to her original form, and a black genie appears. Sky's chants increased in intensity and the air seemed to become thicker. Suddenly, the ghosts of the white witches began to cross Moon's body, causing him discomfort. As they passed, he became weaker and the vapor that passed through him became denser. When the vapor takes the form of several women, some young, some old, but all beautiful, Moon's body d

"Not everyone. Mostly supernaturals won't respond, like you, a white witch, which is why I'm here." "What, why?" She sat back. "With your powers I believe you can do something for me," he raised his back from his previous relaxation. "My powers, I don't even know my powers," she put a demonstration with her hands. "That thing I did the other day, it was luck. Since then I haven't been able to do anything and believe me I've been trying. Can't even move a feather as a witch." "Hey, hey, that's not it. You're not a witch but a white one. I sometimes call your kind 'fairies' because of the sparkling light you produce."

Gemma asked, her hands now ice cold, her breath choppy “Oh pumpkin!” Carrie hugged Gemma close to her and whispered quietly in her ear “You are the last white wolf of that line. The day after you were born, when we went to see you in hospital; You changed into a white wolf…..a pure white wolf pumpkin. You had no colour on you except an iridescent white coat” Holding Gemma’s shaking body, Carrie looked into her eyes, her own watering and overflowing onto her cheeks “I am you’re Vo-Suie and you my angel, are the Astrid White Princess, the last princess of both Fae and Wolf and the rightful ruler of ALL the supernaturals”

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

The King nodded, me and the other Elders released our aura, from there everyone was catching their breath. “Since that part is over, are you going to answer our question?” Elder Vernor ask. “We all believed that the white Lycan was cursed, we decided not mention it. “I hate to disappoint you, but you all are wrong, the white Lycan is a gift from the moon goddess. We met the girl, and her Lycan let me tell you they both are beautiful.” “What do you mean the white Lycan is a gift?” The king ask.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were completely white. I placed a protection spell over him and waited for his instructions. “Edith Whittaker is a cosmic witch, which means that she gets her energy from the universe. This could be infinite if used and dealt with properly. You are against a which that is centuries your senior. To counteract her spells, you would need to disable her ability to harness the energy she needs to cast a spell otherwise, any spell you use against her before that would only be absorbed, harnessed, and used against you. You would only make her stronger.” He explained in a monotonous voice.

Although her white clan doesn’t kill with their powers, they can still defend themselves without killing anyone. “You are a white clan witch and you can’t kill with your powers lest you turn dark,” Stone spoke confidently with a silly smile written over his face. He giggled and then chuckled as he narrowed a scornful gaze on Bonnie. He's certain that any white clan witch that kills anyone with her power will automatically turn into a dark witch. Her white regalia and hair will turn black and everything about her will darken and they will not have keen attention to anything good or desire to be good. This is a part white clan witches do not what to walk on because it takes a thousand years to

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

Of course, he couldn’t let anyone else join in; after all, he—and only he—was allowed to have fun there. The White-Winged Ring Bearer stood up and snapped his fingers; at that moment, a white light appeared before him. The white light transformed into a tiny fairy with white hair and white wings, her gaze appearing completely lifeless. But the way she bowed her head to the White-Winged One made it clear she understood that the person before her was the master she was meant to serve. Upon seeing the little fairy, the White-Winged One’s smile brightened; he snapped his fingers, and another figure appeared before his eyes. He created five fairies at once, each of a different color—a clear indic

She was afraid of the dark, terribly afraid of it — so why was the light off? I walked toward her bed. She was lying there, nothing unusual, as if she was just sleeping. "Mr. Vincent, Miss Majori needs rest…" Harper started again. But I wasn't at ease. I sat down and reached out to touch her face, only to flinch immediately, it was ice cold. "Majori." I called her name, then lifted the blanket. My eyes widened in shock. Beneath the blanket, her fingernails had turned pale white, bloodless. I grabbed her hand, it was as cold as if it had just been pulled out of a glacier.