The Witch In Mulan Novels & Stories

After a while, the witch gave up and ran into the forest. “What did the witch look like?” I asked in fear. I could almost see the witch’s face without Moriko explaining her. Long auburn hair, grey eyes, and a petite yet muscular body similar to yours. She didn’t wear the traditional Raven cloak, but I knew what she was just by looking at her. Her energy radiated rage and hate. Moriko sat there for a minute, looking at me before responding to my unanswered question. Yes, the witch you described to your mom that night a few months ago. I’ve seen her around here before, spying in and around the forest. She’s the one that implanted that bush just outside the tree line—the one with wolfsbane in i

This can't be happening! Just as I was about to give up, Mum spoke again. “Though there's one witch who many believe knows more spells than any other witch alive. Supposedly, this witch got obsessed with spells.” “Oh, where does this witch live?” I asked excitedly. “What is her name? Don't tell me she lives far away from here.” I couldn't help myself from being excited. This bracelet felt like a personal prison built for me and that always sent shivers down my spine.

​But the witches had no intention of engaging the warriors on the ground. ​The lead witch fixed her milky, soulless eyes directly on Elena. A horrific, mocking grin stretched across her pale lips, tearing the translucent skin at the corners of her mouth until dark, stagnant blood trickled down her chin. She drew a deep, rattling breath, and then she let it out. ​It wasn't a breath. It was a spell.

She was breathing carefully — the power had cost her something, I could feel the slight dimming of it through the bond, the way a flame dims when the air shifts — but her posture was straight and her face was composed and she looked like exactly what she was. The last wolf witch. Standing in the center of a room full of people who wanted her gone, and refusing, with every line of her body, to be gone. "That," Selene said, to the room, to Maren, to anyone who needed to hear it, "is what a wolf witch actually does. We don't destroy bonds. We see them. All of them. Every thread, every connection, every living thing you're tied to." Her eyes moved back to Maren. "Including yours, Elder Holt. Wou

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

Master Declan mulled it over for a long second before he glared and yelled for the whole forest to hear, “If you don’t return by midnight, I would kill that witch.” There was a strong gust of wind, as if signaling for him to go. He let out a threatening growl and I watched as he went back to our path in the woods. “You shouldn’t have brought him here, wolf,” a now clearer voice of a woman made me face the front direction again. There stood the witch, with her curly hair the length of her shoulder and streaks of blue in them. She was looking at me harshly. “I needed help to travel,” I uttered with composure. This is my first time conversing with an actual witch. She seems ordinary at first gl

Coming back to the same people who took her mother away from her or let her kill her own mother. Susu, adorned in a cloak to conceal her identity, made her way through the dense forest, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The Revolutionary's plan was set in motion, and she had a crucial role to play. As a young witch with an uncanny resemblance to Maika, she had been chosen to infiltrate Rosella's pack and deceive them.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

Damien asked warily. “Isn’t obvious?” the woman asked. “I am Melissa, the leader of the west coast witch coven,” she bowed dramatically. “A witch,” this time, everyone was shocked as they all took a protective stance while wondering what a witch could be doing there. “Wait, is that little night howler working with you? Is our prince really under a spell?” A nightwalker chief asked. “Aye, your prince is under a spell but not my spell,” Melissa said and everyone gasped. “And no, the little girl isn’t working with me. As a matter fact, she doesn’t even know she is being used.”

This image she recognized. The image was named Woodland Witch. An older woman with long gray hair dressed in a gown looking to be made of leaves and holding in her hand a staff of twisted wood stared back at her with piercing grey eyes. This was the most serious looking of the sisters and also labeled the youngest, though this was hard to tell by the weathered look of the woman. This image was the one plaguing her memories. Aria was sure this was the woman responsible for her life as a wolf for however long she could remember. Aria moved her eyes down to the text,