Tiny Witch Novels & Stories

It projected a moving image of two people, Tristan and Anne. It was that time when he revealed his special ability to Anne. "Didn't see that coming," stunned, the Witch made her remark. "How was that possible, Teacher?" eyes wide open, Sherfy asked. The dragonfly emerged from the mirror and fixated itself on the surface of Serina's emerald brooch, which is clipped on the cloth on her chest. With that, it appears to have lost its life and completely turned into an embossed decoration to the gem. "How about we ask him directly?" she answered with a smirk.

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

Our box was filled with food and snacks, I swear he had bought a whole shop. "Hi guys," I turned to see the witch that was in a body of a six year old, wearing a pair of black shorts, a sports bra and black sneakers. It was just so weird knowing that she was going for the sexy look yet in her body it just looked, I don't know how. All the witches had refused to go back to their lives, deciding to all stay here for once and bond which was nice for them and not me really because I am sure they were planning my execution.

CHLOE The Triplet Alphas surrounded me in an instant. Stepping out from behind the tree, a young witch probably around eight years old walked out. Her brown wavy hair curled down her shoulders, her eyes blue just like Talon's. But there was something strange. She didn’t carry the scent of magic the way most witches did. She smelled human. She stopped a few feet away, tilting her head as if she were studying me. “You’re her,” she whispered, her small voice sending a chill down my spine.

Kilran’s words melted my heart with the sudden love I felt for this tiny creature. “Oh! Thank you, Minerva,” I took the toy from her and she offered me a shy toothy smile. Looking down I observed the toy was a witch with a long hat, riding a broomstick. The connection made me smile even more but surprised me too. She didn't have a wolf you but a witch one. “Would you like to play with me?” I asked and she watched me with her intelligent eyes. “Can I hold her?” I expectantly inquired from Kilran.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

“But if you could return me there, I’d be grateful. I’m sure my husbands are looking for me.” He laughs before putting goggles on and shaking his head. There is a body on a gurney in front of me. She has large white and blue wings and very pale skin. She looks a bit like a butterfly, a cabbage white, but in humanoid form. A pixie. They rarely venture out of Tara, but when they do, they tend to stay in remote or abandoned places. “I’m sure they are,” he agrees with me as he holds up a clean bone saw, dangling it above the body, moving it up and down as he talks as if he were holding a book or some other random object and not something designed to cut through layers of flesh and bone.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

she asked with a little bit of mockery making me stop in my tracks. “You carry yourself so proudly, with eyes on a man you know nothing about.” She added making me turn to face her. “Excuse me?” I ask with a raised eyebrow wondering what her problem is uh, this girl is so annoying. “You are just finding out about the supernatural world right?” she asked folding her hands in front of her while tilting her neck to the side. “So?” I ask, getting intrigued by what she was saying. I had taught witches just worked with the earth but after coming here, I’ve realized that our dna is different from that of humans and so we are able to control the elements and every creature in it.

But instead of stopping to torment me as I expected they would, Jean Marc made oogle eyes at Tippy while Kristophe reached out and touched Sashenka's cheek. My magic flared, demon roaring for me to act and I almost did. Almost. But these girls weren't frail and fragile flowers, weren't easily thralled normals like the damaged Page or the equally screwed-up Alison. They were witches, from powerful families. Tippy leaned toward Jean Marc, her ruby lips moving. She laughed when he jerked back from her, scowling. Whatever she said to him set her friends off. Nicci giggled beside her while Donalda howled so loud I heard her over the music.