Rainbow Witches Novels & Stories

center and stopped. I tensed wanting to be by her side but I knew I had to wait. She stretched out her arms and called to the witch to show herself. It didn’t take long for the young looking witch to come into view. She was tall and slender with hair the color of a sunset. Her violet eyes glowed in the darkness of the night. She wore a purple dress and a long black hooded cape. The smile on her lips didn’t quite reach her eyes and she stepped a few steps closer to Rain. By now I knew my mate’s eyes would be glowing as well that neon blue that I have come to love. I couldn’t see the cats in the trees but I could smell them and knew they were close. I mind linked Rod to follow me as stay aler

Water, fire, earth, air, and shadows are the main categories for witches. Within each category, there are subsets that follow the rules of that main branch element. Sometimes, witches are born with more than one element they can control, or they can use all subsets within one element. Even so, all witches auras are usually purple in color, and we smell of lavender, most times. Depending on the person, the aura color can be darker or lighter. The darker the aura, the stronger the person and vice versa. There are other species like Vampires whose auras are usually black or fairies whose auras are usually yellowish orange. Not everyone can see or distinguish anothers aura. I've been blessed wi

Emerging from the depths of the ancient woods, a coven of enchanting witches materialized, their presence immediately commanding attention. Clutching their carved staffs, each witch exuded an aura of mystical power, their eyes gleaming with otherworldly knowledge. With a synchronized motion, they unleashed a torrent of potent magic attacks, the very air crackling with energy as their spells surged forth, weaving a tapestry of dazzling colours and ethereal shapes. As chaos erupts, a fierce battle ensues, causing the once serene forest to tremble in its wake. The clash of weapons reverberates through the air, shattering the tranquilly that once enveloped the surroundings.

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.

I was about to turn to the small toilet section when three shadows suddenly appeared before me. "Rainbow. . ." They breathed. I staggered back in shock and glared at the three cloaked women. "How did you get here? Are you witches?" I demanded while trying hard not to tremble. "There are forces greater than witches, Rainbow," They answered in unison, just like the true weird sisters in the myth usually did. I started breathing as I glared at them. "What do you want from me?" They suddenly brought their hands together. "What we've always wanted," they muttered. "For you to fulfil your destiny," they concluded.

There had been a split second where we all looked at one another, each one of us feeling the air shift as our instincts told us that something wasn’t just coming—it was already here. ‘Alpha, they’re coming in from the west!’ Beta Blake shouted over mind-link mere seconds before the surrounding forest began to tremble and a stream of witches poured through. Their cloaks of deep crimson billowed behind them. They melted into one another, forming a sea of blood that was both beautiful and horrifying. Men and women shifted into wolves, thrusting themselves into the sea with fang and claws bared. They were swallowed by the waves, devoured by the crimson that continued to grow and grow and grow.

This harmonious coexistence between the two packs, characterized by mutual respect and camaraderie, had set a lofty example for others to emulate. In the wake of these transformative events, a nascent community of witches had found refuge in the southern reaches of Cold Mountain, drawn by the promise of solidarity and companionship. Under the leadership of the powerful high witch, Nirvana, they had established a sanctuary of sorts, a haven where they could practice their craft free from the specter of persecution. Collaborating with their newfound werewolf allies, they embarked on a journey of collective growth and prosperity, laying the foundations for a flourishing witch community.

Adhyayan is known for his talent to cook lip-smacking dishes all around the world while Anvesha is the host of an inspiring talk show with one of the reputed channels of the nation. When Adhyayan and Anvesha come together, they take vows to complement each other forever! ❤❤❤ The best part about the sun and the rain is that they are both entirely different yet, complete by themselves. A ray from the sun and a drop of rain complement each other forming a beautiful rainbow of seven colors. The seven colors of rainbow depict love, passion, togetherness, emotions, joy, tears, and eternity!! ❤❤❤ So, let's began the rollercoaster ride of Adhyayan and Anvesha and see if how beautiful their rainbow o

"It wasn't a dream." "How do you know?" Raven started pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her hands were pressed to her temples. "Bad things are going to happen," she said. "If you become the Luna...if a witch becomes the Luna...bad things are going to happen." "What kind of bad things?" Raven stopped then turned to face me. Her eyes were white. Not the white of visions. The white of terror. "War," she said. "Blood. Fire." She swallowed. "The wolves will come for you. The witches will come for you. And everyone caught between will burn."