Rainbow Witches Novels & Stories

It was under the warm embrace of this love that they decided to hold another wedding ceremony, to overwrite the memory of their previous vows with a celebration that represented their true feelings. The venue was a picturesque garden bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, a symbol of the ethereal bond between Sabrina, the last of the Crimson Witches, and Andrei, the steadfast Alpha of the werewolves. The garden was adorned with vibrant flowers that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly radiance, and delicate lanterns hung from the trees, casting a gentle, golden light that danced upon the faces of the gathered guests. The night was alive with an electric energy as the garden transformed into

"Are they also expecting me and my second piece? I mean, this other people who are aware of the prophecy?" "No. They're looking for a way to destroy it because it will bring an end to their evil." "Who are they?" "The three witches were known as the daughters of Ra. Their names were withheld when their father took away their divine powers and cast them into darkness. Somehow they found a lost soul of a son to a father who dwelt on the evil and built their home there, harnessing powers by feeding on innocence." Lana was trying hard not to assume things. However, what Alpha Raven was telling her sounded familiar. She has witnessed such evil and darkness, and it dwelt deep in the pack of the Pu

Flameheart A grand ceremony was held to celebrate my victory over Ambrosia, and the atmosphere crackled with excitement and reverence. The air was thick with anticipation as beings of all kinds gathered under the twilight sky, their diverse forms shimmering in the fading light. Witches in flowing robes, vampires with their elegant demeanor, and shifters radiating raw energy filled the clearing, creating a vibrant tapestry of unity. Lanterns adorned with intricate designs hung from trees, casting a warm glow that illuminated the faces of the gathered crowd.

39. The message The hair on the back of Alpha's neck stood to attention as an arc of lightning shot down his spine. He stiffened at the same time shocked gasps and a cacophony of low murmurs erupted like a wildfire in the atmosphere covered in green. Red Witches were females born as the descendants of fire. Their red curly hair denoted the flames of scorching dancing flames. Their scarlet eyes could see the future once they saw your face even in a crowd. Long and ruby red nails on their hands could kill someone worse than the pang of a pointed blade. They were dangerous as they devoted the lord of light. A lord that was as powerful as the moon goddess.

Screams of agony filled the woods as the anarchist threat was snuffed out in a reign of heavenly fire. The lightning hadn’t fully retreated before the remaining two witches repeated the process, but instead of the crackle of ozone and static, their magic was punctuated by a rush of wind. Together, they slammed their hands together, and a huge funnel of air swept around the battlefield. Xavier could hardly comprehend what he witnessed as the Wolves collapsed in droves, the cyclone stealing the very oxygen from their lungs and sending them crashing unconscious to the ground below. As if it had never been, the lightning and the gale-force winds disappeared, leaving the sky as sunny and crystall

“I don't understand how I am one. Well, the goddess said to come to you if I had any questions. She said you have some things to explain to me.” She breathed. Furthermore, she snapped her fingers and the atmosphere in the room changed. The closet and interior decor fade into darkness as moving pictures that seem like… Memories. They began playing with a cinematic view. “The truth, Claudia, I can only tell you about what our world is about. I can't force your experiences.” I nodded. “In the gray realm, there are two kinds of witches. The pure witches are called pristine and the not so pure ones are called raven. Ravens are witches who have turned to dark magic and sacrifices, necromancy. This

There is a story of people born with red hair as a sign of a witch. A witch was born from a demon in the shape of human beings with magic powers. Having red hair signifies chaos among humans and those who can control monsters. I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy.

Blood dripped to the floor as Beth shrieked in horror. The thing—the witch—lifted its head, its face no longer human, but a grotesque mask of hollow eyes and a mouth stretched into a wicked grin. With one swift move, the witch grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I gasped for air as her grip tightened, my legs kicking helplessly beneath me. My mind raced, panic flooding my system. “Beth, run!” I choked out between strangled breaths. Beth hesitated, her eyes wide with terror. “Jack—”

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

My face turns beet red. “He’s not my boyfriend...” “Not now, but the roses have spoken you two will be together.” Raina has this thing she does where the roses talk to her. It's a common trait in Botany witches said to be born of the earth. Iris has similar gifts but spends her time with boys instead of mastering her craft. At the mention of her Raina's roses, my heart skips a beat, but then I sink. “Yeah, well, tell him that. Keira has always been said to be his mate, and Xavier isn’t going to change that to pick some witch and give up any of his power.”