Novel & Cerita Rainbow Witches

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

If witches where getting involved in the Royal Santos Lycan pack, that meant they expected another attempt from the rebels and the red headed witch. “They will create a scenario which will test your senses to their limits. You are required to use your senses to walk up to this lantern and extinguish its flame.” He places the lantern on the muddy patchy grass ground as one of the witches lights the candle with a flick of her finger. The witches all move to stand in front of the lantern, all four standing in a line but distanced out. Almost positioning themselves in an attack formation. Two of the witches looked identical, they must be twins. Both had long straight blonde hair styles in exactl

It was the Dark Ones, and there were so many of them. “Give us some light!” I shouted. The witches focused on dispelling the rain and creating light. They managed to break through the dark clouds, forming rings of sunlight that stretched down to the ground. “Stick to the light!” I ordered. “Yes, my prince!” they all replied in unison. “Charge!”

It almost breaks me, but Rowan’s hand is at my shoulder, Mara’s at my back, Fen’s steady at my side. When it’s done, Fyre slumps, empty but peaceful for the first time in years. “Thank you, daughter,” she whispers. “I hope you never need to give it back. But if you do—don’t be afraid.” I hold her, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve taken on. The pack stares in awe, some in fear. The air is lighter, the ground steady beneath us, the sky suddenly very, very blue. As twilight falls, I send out a silent call, magic pulsing through the forest. At midnight, the witches come—three, cloaked and sharp-eyed, their steps soundless on the leaf mold. The eldest, her hair silver, examines Fyre wi

She dropped down to her and pulled her up by her hair. "I can think of a better way to dispose you" Sabrina cackled. "You can all go to your homes. All of you including Imogen" she said with a devilish smile playing on her lips. ***** Sabrina had on a cranky smile. She was overwhelmed with the idea of getting to create more species of her kind. The knowledge that a white witch was still in existence shook her greatly and until she had her bones for breakfast, she would continue to create more of her kind. She hurriedly assembled everything she needed for the ritual. A double-sized Jewish rocky golden star popularly known as the star of Moses was drawn with her blood on the ground, candles of

The force of their power tore through the night, sending gusts of wind swirling through the trees and casting erratic shadows across the forest floor. Both witches' faces contorted with concentration as they battled for dominance. Sabrina’s energy pulsed with a radiant, almost ethereal glow, her magic weaving patterns of silver and white. The witch’s power, in contrast, twisted into dark, curling tendrils, laced with an ominous, sickly green.

All the Fairies were around the same height as Ophelia, my godmother was also the same. The major difference between her and the other fairies was the length of her wings, they were larger than anyone I had seen amongst the Fairies and they looked stronger too, they were also not transparent, they were rainbow colored and they were really beautiful. "Thank you for letting us stay here, godmother." I thanked her. "Nonsense." She refused my gratitude. "You don't have to thank me." She said. "I'm not doing you any favor, I'm doing what I would for my family and you are my family."

We were both smiling, the kind of smiles you only give when everything feels right in the world. We were eating, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. It was peaceful, comfortable, and for the first time in a long while, I felt happy. Really happy. She reached across the table, her fingers brushing mine, and I felt a spark. The kind that makes you think maybe, just maybe, things could be okay again. The warmth was replaced with a chill, and the room grew darker. The sound of rain hitting the windows filled the air, and soon it was pouring, hard and fast. I looked back at the woman, but I couldn’t see her anymore.

Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on. “We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.”

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.