Stella Magic Winx Novels & Stories

The Moon Witch's power alone, plus the protective spells woven around her kept Shirley from even catching a glimpse of her. She walked towards Caleb and dropped his bottle of water, then gulped hers. "Can you remember her face, the moon witch?" She asked. "No," Caleb gritted out, "Tsk, nothing? Nothing at all?" "Can we focus on stopping my torment and not the fucking moon witch?" Caleb shot out. Shirley huffed, then walked back to her altar, to try out some more spells. Vanessa appeared 30 minutes later, with a couple of potions in her arm.

Luna begged her twin sister. Mara shook her head and opened her palm "I was injured while fighting him. They will follow us no matter what we do running. So run away Luna. At least one of us will survive. "This is not the time for that! We have to run while there is still time" Luna was wailing and begging but Mara was ready to sacrifice herself. They are being chased by an unusual person. And Mara was aware of it. No matter what they do running it will find and find them. Because the blood flowing through their bodies is phoenix blood.

Making her plain looking. Stella only being a quarter of an evil witches’ bloodline, she barely have any magic. She only have enough to make things move here and there. Many call it telekinesis. But for full control of magic she doesn’t have any of that. She’s not even sure if she will be like grandmother or mother to use men's energy to harvest magic. She's just regular. A regular human being. Or she so believes. After a few minutes of silences Stella looking at herself thought. “Ha! How could us, witches exist in today's world?" thought Stella.

I watched as some of the witches aimed their magic straight at Maya. “Kill her!” one of them screamed. Maya tried to run, fear all over her face. Just then, Stella stepped in front of her. “Get away from her!” Stella shouted. Power exploded from Stella’s hands—bright and wild. Nobody had ever seen her use magic like that before. The ground shook. The witches were pushed back. Everyone stared in shock. “What is she?” someone whispered. I clenched my fists. This was not part of my plan. Everything was turning into chaos… right on the day I was supposed to become Luna.

The creature hit a pillar and staggered, bones snapping. Mark jumped onto another attacker, his wolf form powerful and vicious. He tore into the beast’s throat, protecting the palace archway with everything he had. A witch raised her hand, chanting rapidly—summoning a fireball crackling with cursed energy. Stella hissed, vanishing and reappearing behind her. She grabbed the witch’s wrist and twisted it with surgical precision. The fireball exploded harmlessly into the air, scorching the courtyard tiles. "You dare bring your dirty magic into my lands?" Stella growled, eyes glowing red. "You picked the wrong kingdom."

Stella laughed and said, "Well, considering how she had been stabbed in the back before, I get why she would keep her guard up." Felicity was confused. "Do you know her?" she asked. Stella shook her head. "No, but I saw the name 'Maggie Hart' on the blueprint, and I know about her." Felicity became curious. "What's her story?" So, Stella proceeded to tell her. Stella had a fondness for jewelry, and she paid quite a bit of attention to the industry.

Stella shrugged nonchalantly as she looked at Guinevere plucking Zack from Wendy’s arms as though she was protecting him from her. She merely wanted to upset Guinevere—in her eyes, Guinevere was nothing but a clown. “I thought you two wanted to have some alone time. Why did you suddenly come back here?” Wendy sat back on the couch and instructed the housekeeper to pour a cup of tea for Stella. “This is rose tea from Damsil City. It nourishes the skin and is known for its detoxifying effects. Try it.” Stella took the cup from her. The tension in the air had barely eased when Weston suddenly spoke up.

She made a quick introduction for us and I extended my hand to shake Stella’s. “Nice to meet you Stella.” I smiled warmly remembering that the girl had been terrified since she woke up. Though it seemed that perhaps she was getting over that with the help of Viola. “And you, you smell nice.” Stella spoke easily. ‘I smell nice? Interesting girl so far I guess.’ I spoke to my wolf, Erica. ‘She can smell the difference between good and bad witches.’ Viola’s voice sounded in my head with her mind link. “Thanks. So, where are we figuring out the spell work and such for the silver?” I asked expectantly.

“Is it important?” Alina glares down at her little sister, who jumps closer to where I’m sitting with a frightened expression. As far as I’m aware, Alina doesn’t physically hurt her sister, but she loves bossing Jessie around. Alina is the beloved daughter, capable of using wind magic. She is their parent’s favorite, and poor Jessie has barely talked to her parents.

She seized Kiretana’s hand again then waved the wand dramatically, “Stella iter ardere!” “Don’t let Mother see the pictures,” the princess shouted at her brother as red flames surrounded them and shot toward the sky like a giant red comet. There was a boom like the sound of a large bell being struck and a flash of green and red magic. Tauran was shocked to see his sister falling back toward him. He leaped into the air and managed to catch her. Twisting, she landed on top of him with him on his back. It felt like his spine broke.