Rainbow Witches Novels & Stories

"Yes, Antonia. The Craon was surprised to see the great God and Goddess in his little abode so he gladly brought them in, offered them drinks, and asked what brought them. They told it that they want it to guide the cage of your father and the Craon gladly accepted cause all that mattered to it was that he was going to live in the sea once more. But to hide the truth from all so that the beings won't know that the Craon is back they caged your father in the deserted sea. The sea till ten years to come will always be the most dangerous sea one can ever see. I can take you to the sea Antonia, yes I can. But before then you have to make a journey to the only females that can give you a portion

Daphne asks. “Of course, if you want our help,” Tate says. “Umm, sure. Why not?” Torin says. The three of them move to the last available tree while Maeve and Meadow make a point of telling everyone to give them some room. “You’ve got to see this,” Cayd says, pulling me against him as we watch the two witches create several layers of colors, white, red, green, blue, silver, and gold. Then, with the touch of a finger, the large balls of light break into small lights that can go on the trees.

They rallied, their voices rising in unison, a dark chorus that filled the clearing with a palpable dread. My witch pivoted, one hand slicing through the air as another bolt of lightning erupted from her palm. It struck a second witch, the force sending her crashing to the ground in a cloud of smoke and sparks. The power radiating from Evelina was mesmerizing; it was as if the storm itself had chosen her as its weapon. The remaining witches charged, their dark forms darting like shadows. My heart raced, a primal instinct urging me to intervene.

Raven raised his hand and they disappeared, dissolved in the thin air. The Witte Wieven were delighted with the appearance of the crystal on the altar. Although it was not black as expected, but filled with the colors of the rainbow. The ceremony started anyway, even though Silke was the great absentee. Another high priestess cast the spells that freed the colors from the crystal. A large white rainbow appeared over the Loch and the crystal broke open. The colors of the prism circled upward, coloring the arch above Loch Rannoch.

News spread quickly around the hall and the people of Eldrida have more reasons to like their future queen. The room hums with the animated conversations of guests from various magical realms, oblivious to the peril that lurks beneath the surface. Sarah decides to enjoy the party to the fullest. Whatever happens, I'd have this as a reminder of the awesomeness of being free. The evening begins with a mesmerizing display by a group of powerful witches. Their magic intertwines in a symphony of colors, weaving intricate patterns in the air. Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room.

Mama Mariah and the other witches who were with Elowyn started, scared but she motioned for them to not be afraid. The moment three witches grabbed Elowyn, their confidence cracked. Her hands snapped up and clamped around the wrists of two unlucky ones. A wet, sizzling sound filled the chamber. Acid poured down their arms like molten rain. The women screamed-raw, piercing, helpless. The RuthValis witches finally leaned back with quiet, knowing smiles.

“Who the fuck do you think you are-” Rain dismissed her and spoke over her, letting his claws extend out of his hands, and scraping them along the sides of the ethos as he ripped black shreds of the murky ink that seemed to be everywhere, all the witches moaned in pain as one. Whatever this place was the witches were psychically connected to it and hurting them caused pain. Rain found joy in their pain. He enjoyed seeing them hurting. Finally Auroa shut the fuck up. Rain continued his speech.

The treetops swayed in the wind, crashing and bumping against each other. I lifted my face, staring at the canopy that only allowed afternoon scattered sun rays to filter through. The minimal mellow sun rays penetrated through the different shades of green leaves, lighting up the ground with polka dots. Most pack members didn't like me obviously because I was not of their kind. I was the only witch amongst them, and it had remained so since my parents passed away. What the pack didn't know was that I could tell each one of them what their hearts harboured. Their characters were made visible and clear only to me by small clouds that hovered over each and every one heads.

There had been a split second where we all looked at one another, each one of us feeling the air shift as our instincts told us that something wasn’t just coming—it was already here. ‘Alpha, they’re coming in from the west!’ Beta Blake shouted over mind-link mere seconds before the surrounding forest began to tremble and a stream of witches poured through. Their cloaks of deep crimson billowed behind them. They melted into one another, forming a sea of blood that was both beautiful and horrifying. Men and women shifted into wolves, thrusting themselves into the sea with fang and claws bared. They were swallowed by the waves, devoured by the crimson that continued to grow and grow and grow.

The time had come. "Marije Arriens Crowningshield came in at 8:30 this morning and confessed everything in a full statement to MC Detective Stonewall." He turned to the board with his laser pointer in hand. "She gave up her husband Caleb, aka Casper," he put the red dot right in the middle of his forehead. "She also gave up Lasses Birgitta, aka Kool-Aid." The red dot sat in the middle of her throat. "Their Witches Coven are moving a lot of Salts and were ready to make a deal with Shadow Posse to take over Heroin and Meth distribution in The Heights." He turned to face the bullpen with a bit of a heavy look on his face. "Crowningashield alleges that her husband ordered the hit on an LREC enfo