Rainbow Witches Novels & Stories

I laughed, "I'm glad they did. Because my warriors certainly won't." I started watching the wood line and saw a very bright glow. I could not begin to imagine what was happening at that moment until I started hearing screams. I started to run into the forest, but Beau stopped me. "That is Winnie's battle cry. She and Ariel are creating a portal in the ground that will trap the evil witches in purgatory forever. The other screams you hear are the evil witches being sucked in".

I smiled, giving him a small hug as we all poured out of the room and into the back courtyard of the pack house. The whole yard was decorated in a plethora of differently colored flowers. Torches and fires were set up to help guide those with poor sight or mates who were human. Few witches and warlocks had visited for Sadie's sake wanting to see her only child finally growing his pack. The wolves were gathered to the left and the vampires to the right. Lycans had split themselves between the two groups to try and keep some peace. Gerwulf held my hand as we walked between the pathways. Flower petals and soft snow crunched beneath our feet. At the edge of the forest was the were council with o

“Because of time I’ll just give you the important details as I know it, but you have to be very attentive.” “Since it is common knowledge that there are witches I won’t have to tell you that again. But you see witches are of different grades, and one can be initiated into becoming a witch through different means.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Although witches are usually united when there is a general problem, they are generally split into three different groups; White, Red, and Black. White witches are the good witches, and their aim is to help humanity. The Reds are on the fence, in-between the good and the evil, while the Blacks are the real definition of evil.”

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

she asked them irritated. “ Yes we heard you. Female witches within the ages of ninteen and twenty five with red hair are being kidnapped. I ask again, what has that got to do with us?” asked lord Robert. Raya pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She couldn't believe these people were lords of covens. They are so stupid. She thought. “ Why are they only kidnapping witches with red hair? Why not old women and men? Why young witches?” asked Damian. There was silence as everyone was thinking.

His curly hair brushed her neck as Ken sniffed aloud. "This one is very young." "Her family didn't want her." The traffickers explained, rubbing salt to Ariana wounded heart. "Thought so. " Neol said before stepping back. "Okay. The auction would start after another half an hour. Bring them carefully especially the virgins. Sorcerer like virgins for their sacrifices. " Ariana's heart sunk in cold water. It seemed the sacrifice that Ghost Aurby said was for the sorcerers. Although she couldn't understand most of the terms they used. Her probability of being buy by the sorcerers must be high according to them.

Because I can control the wind. Witches and wizards are divided into three types. Elementals who can control and emit elements such as fire, air, water, and earth. An Elemental can only control one type of element and they don't need spells to do so. This is where I belonged. There are also Casters who still need spells and wands to use their magic. This is where Aunt Kyndra belongs. And then there were the Healers. Of all witches, Healers are rare and almost extinct. They could heal others using their magic but instead of that, the wound or pain of the person they treated would go to the Healers. That was why they had amazing regenerative ability, so that the wound or disease they get from

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

Trixie said, her eyes widen trying to figure out what the hell she just saw. The remaining witches went into attack mode, shooting energy bolts at Misty. She used her whip to deflect the energy bolts, swinging her whip from left to right. Trixie felt like she was looking at everything unfold in slow motion. The twins ran towards the witches, jumped into the air, flipped, Rayne appeared out of Misty’s back, and used her twin to push herself towards the witches. Rayne started swinging her whip as she flew through the air. By the time she landed, on the other side of the witches, they were just standing there with no expression on their faces. Then suddenly, their body parts began to fall to th

They formed a defensive line between the beast and me, their muscles were tense. The witches stepped forward, spreading out as they faced Agnes. They took off their hoods, revealing the faces of the witches. They were young and old, male and female. Magic flowed around them in different colors: blue, green, silver, red, and so much more. Mama Felz limped forward to join them, her hands glowing gold. Hazel moved to stand beside her with violet magic swirling around her hands. Agnes’s smile faltered slightly. Her eyes blazed with fury. “You think numbers will save you? I am more powerful dead than you all will ever be!”