Tiny Witch Novels & Stories

They knew their job and each one nodded before I jumped off the jagged edge and landed on my feet upon the ground below. Now to find the witch… I scanned the area, smirking as I looked at the rushing river, the upended tree, some hedges… Where are you hiding, witchy? I looked back at the upturned tree roots… She is only sixteen and is said to be very small. I sniffed the area, getting closer to the tree, a smirk of victory crossing my lips.

And then, with one final push, the sound of crying filled the room. “It’s a girl,” the midwife said with a smile, lifting her gently and wrapping her in a soft cloth. I reached for her, breathless and shaking. Her little body was warm against mine, her eyes wide and bright. But there was something else. There was a faint glow in her fingertips, a flicker of light that danced like dust in the air. “She’s… she’s a witch,” I whispered. Duncan’s eyes widened. “Like Rowenna.” I nodded, tears welling up. “Rowenna’s gift didn’t die with her.”

“I shall pluck you from my own kin, you fiend.” “Impossible!” The woman lying on the table laughs until she sees Hilda reach into her pocket and then reveal a gray stone or a crystal. It is hard for me to identify, but it looks like something I have seen before. “A stone?” the witch asks. “No, not a stone—Tungsten.” The tainted witch’s lips quiver. “How did you come by this?” “It is of no importance. What is important is what I am about to do with it.” “No!” The gray witch’s voice twists into something unholy. Black veins spread across her eyes, consuming them in shadow.

(incorporate tiktik feature) When half transformed, Her shrieks is powerful and has full set of razor-like teeth the extend far back to her ears. She can also twist and turn all the joints in her body so she could easilyn rotate even her head 360 degrees The clittering sound was the tell tale sign that the bruxa is around

Queen Lilith asked Aldmeris, flicking out her tongue. “Her name is Vinix, she seems like a healing fairy based on the essence I picked up. She might be very useful to us.” Aldmeris said, showing her the image of the fairy through a magic crystal ball. “ Vinix,'' you say. Dagon, Mantus, please bring our guests. We have a lot of catching up to do.” Queen Lilith said, as they both teleported out to capture Vinix. Vinix too had troubles sleeping at night wondering what went wrong.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

(LITTLE GIRL) “LITTLE GIRL.” The name that the Mistress of time calls to Emie. The day and the moment that the Supreme One gifted her to the time witch to be the witch’s little doll, her puppet, and that one soul that she can freely use to do everything that she pleases. “Such a beautiful little girl.” The witch compliments her, yet rather disses her in a way that is flattering from the outside, but taunting her from the inside.

I was getting slightly agitated . " Fine . I'm an elemental witch " She rushed out. Say what?? Transylvania sure has some weird creatures. There's only 1 witch I know of from around here and that's Nadia . "How?? Is there a difference between a witch and an elemental one ?" I asked her. She nods .

I yelp in pain and fall to the ground and change back to my human form. “Master!!!” The witch shouts, running to him as the dust settles. A pile of rubble now settles where Elina once stand. Elina! No, she can’t be dead. She can’t! “Your little light show was fun.” My heart flutters when I hear her voice. She’s okay. She moves away from the broken bricks and walks towards the witch, the Titus, in wolf form. “But now I’m done playing your game.” With a snap of her finger, both Titus and the witch float in the air. She clenches her fist. They both scream loud in pain. Titus changes back to his human form as the blood accumulates in pockets all over their bodies.

Unlike hers, my silver-white hair had always been natural—for as long as I could remember. “You picked up that pen—without even touching it. You were all the way over there, and yet you were able to pick the pen” I said quickly, confused and overwhelmed. “That’s called telekinesis. I’m still mastering my powers,” she said with a proud smile. “I’m Callista, by the way. And I’m a witch.” I gave her a long, suspicious look. “Are you joking right now?” “Nope. I’m being serious. I’m a witch, but from one of the lower-ranked clans. When Miss Hellcat told me I’d have a roommate, I was over the moon! Finally, someone to chat with!”