Rainbow Witches Novels & Stories

“My name is Ryan. I’m the Rogue Alpha, but you knew that part. These are my seers. They will perform the rite to ensure your integrity…well, your integrity as far as I’m concerned. Clearly, it’s lacking where your Alpha matters.” Mona rolled her eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.” Ryan took her by the hand and led her to the three witches. The women were identical, down to the shoes on their feet. They had long, black hair that framed their pale faces. Lips the color of wine stood out against the stark white of their skin. Their dresses were plain white, paired with brown sandals. Three pairs of brown eyes watched her approach.

I had taught witches just worked with the earth but after coming here, I’ve realized that our dna is different from that of humans and so we are able to control the elements and every creature in it. “So, you are basically easy prey to those of us who grew up knowing all there is to know about all kinds of supernatural beings” she say playing with the ends of her hair. “Get to the point!” I scream, tired of her nonsense. “What makes you think that you are not a prey in the eyes of Damian?” she asked with a smirk and I wanted nothing more than to wipe out that smirk of hers. “Go to hell” I reply before storming out of there, with no interest in whatever she has to say anymore.

But I'm not like the other witches, cuz if it's rare a boy being born in this race, being the daughter of a woman and men from this race it's the rarest case ever. Like I've said, it's a really rare case when someone has four wraths like me. The normal people have, of course, one wrath. The nobles have normally two wraths. The royals and the other races like the witches, the faes, the werewolves+ had three wraths. But four? Well, this is a problem. It's almost like being a living target and a threat to those royals and powerful races. Not that I care. Cuz I couldn't care less about that.

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

Through them, I discovered a whole new world filled with werewolves, dragons, and witches. The young wolves eagerly shared their knowledge with me, revealing that there were different types of witches - white, black, and red. White witches were allies of the wolf clan, while black witches were responsible for the death of my parents fifteen years ago. It was a painful reminder of the darkness that lurked within the supernatural realm. “Are you afraid of us?” one of the wolf children had asked her curiously, as they sat around a fire in the woods. I had shaken my head, smiling warmly at them. “No,” she had said. “Why would I be?”

The voices grew louder, deeper, until they merged into a single, unbroken sound, impossible to tell one from another. The more they chanted, the harder it became to breathe. I wanted to glance down at Madonna and her entourage, to see if I was the only one feeling it, but I couldn’t look away. My eyes were locked on the seven figures in the sky. Their presence was overwhelming. Consuming. Power pulsed from their voices, thick and suffocating, like it was pressing down on the world itself. With how much power I knew these seven figure heads carried in their blood, the witches could take over the world and trample the werewolf underfoot but they loved peace more than anything. They would sacri

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

It was just not possible. Even being mated to another species was extremely rare. Witches were mated to witches and werewolves were mated with werewolves or lycans. "What colour is it?" Xynathius asked, his arm now elegantly draped along my back and waist as he pulled me to his taut body. "Rainbow coloured, green, purple, blue, red and orange are the most prominent colours and right now she is glowing in the shades of orange, green and blue. It's mesmerising to watch, tell me about your ancestry."

The Ritual Witches staggered up their feet to see the rings that have been scattered all over the slab. They turned to the entrance door to see the Ancient Witches marching toward them in their numbers. They didn't wait as they quickly stretched their hands ready for the attack. There was a release of lightning from the scepter of the Ancient Witches toward Miranda's but they chant their spells as well that force it to change direction thereby destroying the roof. The Wolves raced out from different rooms toward the Witches who had no choice but to direct the lightning at them. . . . A Macho Wolf could be climbing up the stairs when he heard a noise below.