White Witch Novels & Stories

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

She looked around us to see everyone had stopped all movements. She narrowed her eyes at me, "Fine. Remove the fire." She said, "I think I'll keep the fire up just in case, how about we start with your name." I said knowing the others were making their way up to us. Her eyes scanned around me to the others. "You work for the dark witches?" She asked, "No, we are in alliance and I could tell you why if you give me your name." I said, trying to gauge her reaction. "My name is Ambrosia." She replied, locking her red eyes on mine. "I'm Alley, and that is Pythia, leader of the dark witches." I said pointing to Pythia who made her way up to stand next to me. "Who are the others? It's clear they ar

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

The silver-eyed praised as he set the book down and turned to the purple-eyed woman trembling with curiousity beside him. "Cliff End plans to put into vote recognizing White Pearl as an official pack during the meeting." He explained and Helena's nose scrunched up at the news. "You're against it?" Allistor questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Of course I am. White Pearl is a settlement of rogues and shifters who have committed questionable acts and while I believe in repentance and forgiveness, it's too risky to give them the power that being officially recognized as a pack will." She ranted, passionately a frown on her face at the thought of someone trying to push for such a thing.

The white witches have been working for the Huntingtons for centuries, and they get are they are blessed with the gift of magic and powerful sorcery. Their power comes from the moon, just like the werewolves. They are so different from the dark sorcerers that get to steal their powers by killing innocent white witches and stealing their powers. They are known for performing dark magic and killing to get more powers. I know the difference between a white witch and a dark witch, and that is why I know that Devon has not completely changed. She may be pissed at King Gerald, and she may be picking up

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.

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

"You pick an emotion, you focus your mind on that feeling and then try to use that feeling as a fuel to activate your powers" "What do you mean by that" I asked, confused about all she had said "Look, we feel the different minds of emotions, love, anger, fear we as white witches focus on love, dark witches focus on anger and that's why they are consumed by the darkness" "So a white witch is not permitted to use anger to fuel his or her magical power," I asked

“Of course I am. She’s worth more to me than anything else.” The White Witch stared at me—long enough for the air to feel heavy. In the depths of her gaze, something faint shifted. I couldn’t tell if it was respect or sorrow. “Very well,” she said at last. “If that is your choice. Give me something of hers.” I immediately handed over the glass vial Brian had given me—the one containing Ashley’s hair and blood. The White Witch took the vial, gliding over to the edge of the hot spring. She poured the liquid into the water, then lifted her slender fingers and traced a slow line across the surface. As she whispered that ancient, twi

Mara is a white witch, one of the strongest witches with white magic. "Why are they fighting?" Was the question on Damon's mind. And then after the fight, he left.