White Witch Novels & Stories

"That anger in you is what feeds the darkness. It feeds in your emotions, your feelings and it grows stronger until it consumes you" "Why do you speak in parables?", Serena asked. "I've never heard of the darkness you're talking about. I don't even know who you are". "I am you",the woman said. Serena frowned. This woman had to be crazy, she thought. "What do your mean?" "You're my reincarnation",the woman said. "The one approved by the moon goddess to house my soul". "But who are you? ",Serena asked again. "I am the very first royal white witch",the woman said and Serena's eyes widened. "I am Anastasia".

With the mixing of humans and witches over decades, the power of witches reduced so much that most witches had to take several hours of intense meditation to succeed in lighting a single candle. Well, Evelyn Ithaca, my mother, was very different. She was strong enough to do many things most witches would only do in the best of their dreams. According to her, there wasn't any coherent reason she had such powers, she just had it. She had always been different, and for some funny reason, she believed I was so much stronger. It was because of my powers that I had always had fallen ill...my mother told me that it was my body's reaction to the pressure of my 'powerful' magic. Whether I had powerfu

He grinned as he stared at her face. Her green eyes was something he couldn't just stop staring at and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. Damien walked a step closer to her and placed his hand on her face. "You have extraordinary beautiful eyes Aurora, and I'm very serious" Aurora was quite a looker. Even though she looked so simple and normal, she was actually a very beautiful person with a calm demeanor. Was it because she was a white witch? White witches are known to be the opposite of the black witches. Good and evil, selfless and selfish. There were a lot of things that differentiated the whit

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

I opened my eyes and turned to the Luna. "Your daughter will be fine." I said to her. "There is something I did not tell the both of you last night but I am hoping that if I do right now, you don't see me as an enemy." I revealed. "Speak to me." She said hastily. "Seraphina is the grand witch of the mystic art. I am the white witch of the Moon Goddess bloodline. The one sent to earth to liberate every Werewolf from the shackles of sickness. I am going to heal your daughter but I need you to promise me that your husband will accept my offer."

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

I crashed through the bedroom door, a snarl ripping from my throat that shook the windows in their frames. In the center of the room, standing over the bed where the triplets were huddled, were two figures. One was a warrior of the Iron Fang, his face painted with the red clay of a blood feud, a silver dagger held tight in his hand. Beside him stood a woman draped in tattered black silk, her eyes glowing with a sickly, iridescent light. The witch. "A white wolf," the witch whispered, her voice sounding like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "The legends did not mention she was a mother. Such a pity to end a bloodline so soon."

He said. Alex and the men were also surprised. He knew they wanted to know what happened, but they felt the rage inside him, so they didn't bother to ask. Mia came running, holding his black fur coat, and handed it to him. Then the hostler approached him, giving him a white horse. He rode and, without a word, left the castle. The witches who lived in Versipellis were the white witches. They have never harmed any creatures since the day they moved to their country. They lived with the others in peace and supported him for years. But a woman named Evelyn came into their country, claiming she was a white witch.

Bianca asks, her voice sounding unsure. "Honestly, I am not, but I feel if this is because she spilled her blood and sacrificed herself, then her blood should be able to erase the curse or at least lock it up for some time," Lumina responds. She plucks out herbs and adds to it, her hand hovering over it as her eyes are shut, her lips trembling with incantations only she understands. Bianca stands there watching her. Lumina is the white witch, the queen mother, so most things she does will not be understood but Bianca trusts her magic.

She begins emitting a white aura from her eyes. “Look at you! At the brink of death and trying to scare me with glowing eyes!” Gwanhoya giggles looking at her speaking insolently. “Begone demon!” she hits the ground with the staff and Gwanhoya alone is taken out by a wave of intense light enshrouding the whole forest closing the opening, “For I am the Queen of the White witches of this forest and I will not let you harm anyone else.” Casting her out of the enchanted forest. She screams in pain kneels back down and both of them (Genteel and Catherine) fall down to the ground. The people are circumspect coming out to see if the witch is really gone so they can t