Rainbow Witches Novels & Stories

“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."

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!”

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—”

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.

It looks to be effectively throwing off their normal moves and adding an enhanced level of difficulty to their trianing. Aurora watches with intrigue as the witches work as a cohesive unit to effectively throw the werewolves off their game. In a short amount of time the witches have the werewolves pinned to the ground using vines. The wolves failed to work together against the witches. It does not seem as if they have even realized what they did to ruin their chances of winning.

She never heard anything about a sorcerer before, but her aunt always cursed them for stealing a normal person's job with their magics. Seeing Ariana drowned in her thoughts, Ariana who had walked a few steps away once again cued her to fasten her pace to enter a small cloudy room with wells and buckets. Steams covered the whole room, but it wasn't the steam from warm water but rather a haze from cold water. The guards scurry each girl inside the room by groups. It was an open bath for them to go inside, and after the group in front of them finished throwing water thrice, it was her group's turn to go inside.

she said creating some fireflies. “My name is Rainbow, a fair of rainbows. I can manipulate the weather to change however I want. She said as she creates forms of small clouds. “My name is Shimmer, a natural pixie. I can change plants to any colour.” She said as she got a rose changing the color into various colours. Elena gets really shocked as she just stared. Still trying to understand what was actually going on. “What do you mean by your pixies? Hahaha that's the funniest joke ever! Good one! I thought pixies were non-existent, `` Elena said, bursting with laughter.

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.