Novel & Cerita Tiny Witch

“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.

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an

We have a mutual understanding and It makes things a whole lot easier. Being a witch is serious business and although some mortals are open minded enough to not judge and understand, let's be realistic, witches and humans just don't match. Especially with the aging. As witches, we start aging a little bit slower once we reach the age of twenty. We don't blend with humans due to this reason. It will raise a lot of suspicion. Being a witch is hard work if you ask me. Kali is an incredible warlock, and all the other teenagers in our coven look up to him.

Old Shit Witch sighed, shaking her head. “Right, cause I’m going to buy that. Where are the red heels that will take me home if you’re supposed to be Glinda the Good Witch of the North? And if you’re the Good Witch, were those playing cards your henchmen? Cause if they are fuck you. Shit Witch didn’t have anyone stab my dick.” I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet.

"I would love to see you try, in case you don't know, I'm a witch only that I don't operate under your corrupt coven." "We wouldn't be accepting a cursed outcast either. An abominable creature. Bloody combination of magic that feeds on the blood of mortals." Tiana spat with veins throbbing in her neck. She had a huge purple headtie and matched it with an old rumpled black gown. "My unique ability is the gift to sniff out hypocrites and spot out a two-faced bitches like you. You don't gulp down blood directly into your throat but you and your followers need the blood of innocent people and make stupid rituals to appease your ancestors so how are you any different?"

Shaid said, as she began to run. “What did you say the witches name was?” The White Tiger asked. “Her name is Urrale why?” Shaid asked getting a little nervous. “Because she is one of the witches that I need to talk to, or one of her sisters. Their grandmother is the one who cast the spell on me.” The White Tiger said, as he followed Shaid, into the witches coven. The place was eerily quiet, no one was in the streets or in any of the building. Shaid walked through the little community with a frown on her face. There was only one building with had the lights on, she made her way to the building and looked inside. Her eyes widen in shock when she saw, “Summer.” She whispered to herself, but th

he stated. Bryan and Frank nodded. One dropped our packages, and the other dropped Todd, who asked, “What are the four elements they can master?” Good question, Todd. He asked one of my doubts for me. I almost gave him a thumbs up. “Wind, water, fire and earth. Thus we've got the Lady of Wind, also known as the White Witch; the Lady of Water, the Blue Witch; the Lady of Fire, the Red Witch; and finally, the Lady of Earth, the Black Witch. To my knowledge, the one behind Bentley was the White Witch.”

From the expression on her face, it must have done the same, though she couldn't stop coughing. "It's expected from someone with her amount of magical power," I snapped my head around. At first glance, she looked like nothing but an innocent child with voluminous curly twin tails, black gothic bows tying her hair up and a cartoonish princess dress. But when you look closer, you can instantly tell that she is far from a child. The witch appeared in the body of a five-year-old. Orange and black had to be her signature colours because it was all over the house and her body. Her hair and eyes were orange with highlights of black. Her lips were orange as if painted with lipstick and her dress was

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.”

she taunts, her eyes glinting with malice. I smirk in response, refusing to be cowed by her words. “Soft, huh? Well, I guess you didn’t anticipate being sent flying like a ragdoll,” I retort, my tone laced with a mix of sarcasm and satisfaction. However, my triumph is short-lived as the witch’s anger ignites. In a sudden burst of motion, she leaps into the air, her entire form enveloped in a blinding white light. I watch in awe and uncertainty as she closes her eyes, performing intricate hand signs with practiced ease.