Romans & histoires White Witch From Chronicles Of Narnia

Helena felt Allistor walk into the room and close the door behind him but her eyes remained on the group as she waited for a response or a valid reason to explain why they were against her. They were not cowards, each possessing battle scars on both their bodies and minds, but her magic was an impressive force that left mute and paralyzed. The brunette had learned after so long of doing it unconsciously that if she released the right amount of her magic in just the right way, it could make hardened warriors tremble like pups in a dark forest. "You claim she is weak because she has no wolf. That she would taint the Damon bloodline if I were to fully mate and sire a pup with her." He recited,

she spat out. That piqued his interest. “Why did they take Clarissa and her mother?” He questioned adjusting himself on the horse he had come on. “A witch came with them,” Yomen’s eyes bulged. “And suddenly a white wolf came out from her.” “Stop talking.” The girl went silent immediately, her lips quivering in fear. “A white wolf, you said. Tell me, did this wolf glow in the moonlight?” She nodded her head furiously. Yomen looked up at the moon. “Not only did I find out that the whistling coven is still alive, the white wolf has finally shown herself,” his lips twisted into a sick grin.

"The power that comes from her body is that of a healer. Is she not stronger than an average wolf?" "Yes, she is," I agreed. "Good, Also, she looks like her mother; I have a picture of her in one of my books. She was good at water healing. Her name is Christiana White. Your family is known as the white healers." "Then how come I have no powers whatsoever?" Alex asked, looking worried. "Because your magic is locked, don't you have a library here, Alpha Hayden?" I nodded. "We do; what is it?"

NANCY'S POV This had to be some sort of sick dream, I thought as I pulled my hair around, staring at it in shock. It was all white. My black shiny hair had faded into pure white. "What the hell are you doing. Get her," David shrieked, and that was more than enough to have the guards and me break in reality. Before they could react, I sprang off the wall, my body moving with a speed I didn’t recognize. I darted past them, my feet barely touching the ground, not looking back.

“Good choice, witch. Very good choice indeed,” Matheus stated with a delighted smile as he nodded toward the white-haired witch. Instantly, the witch lowered her hand. The flames surrounding the children died down one after another, and the chant ceased. She pulled her hood back over her head but remained standing in her current position, her cold eyes fixed solely on Nythera. “Cast the spell, Nythera,” the white-haired witch commanded. Her voice echoed directly inside Nythera’s mind, loud and impossible to ignore.

“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.

Only a great witch or wizard could get it right, and finding a witch or wizard these days is quite difficult as well. She mentioned Elaine as the name of the witch that gave her the potions. If I’m not mistaken, I think she is referring to the great white witch, Elaine Mondrian. She is from a long line of wishes and to the best of my knowledge, they have never used their powers to harm anyone. She is one of the pitches I sought out in the forest close to the king's courtyard, but I couldn’t find anyone of them there. Instead, I met with an impostor who made me poison my own people. But why is she helping these clowns to hurt the chosen one, why did they even leave their last location, have e

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

I must admit that I thought that it would never happen, that we would never meet this great white witch we have been told to help. She left behind something, a Grimoire that we should give to this great white witch. That was not all we were told to give her, they said that she was going to need something else, I wish I knew what the second thing was, it would be so easy to help her. We witches are loyal to a fault and we always look out for one another. We have always known that there's other creatures with power, In my great Nana's diary I read about a vampire she met. She said that she was the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, that she had long beautiful silky her, fair skin and beau

"Haven't you been paying attention in classes?" I wasn't even allowed to attend classes. After I got to the Redwood pack and was moved to the basement, I wasn't allowed to go to school with the other Pups. My silence seemed to answer his question. "Her name is Scarlet Locke. The first pure white witch ever seen in centuries. A prophecy was told that she would unite the Werewolves, Vampires and Witches together. But she died eighteen years," He said. My eyes widened. "During Bellum Mortis?"