Winx Witch Novels & Stories

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

But to what end when she was determined to ruin Iris' life. I can't blame her completely though, of Adrian had not given her the permission by being cruel to me in the first place, Rozy would never have had the impetus to do what she is doing. 'Oh, it would seem you are not aware', she said triumphantly. 'Let me introduce myself properly', she continued mockingly. 'I am Wendy, the witch who seduced your uncle Christopher and was able to give birth to his daughter, Roxy. I made your mother's life a hell before I was banished and since you want to reap where you did not sow, I shall make you pay dearly!'

I saw a figure running to the gate and then it disappeared, literally passed through the gate. Could witches do that? There was no time to think. I had to act fast. “Willow. What’s going on? Where are you rushing off to?” I turned to see Lucas walking to me I pointed at the gate “Winnie. She ran away. We need to find her” He looked genuinely confused. “Who is Winnie?” “The Wizard king’s ten year old daughter” He recaliberated quickly. “She’s a witch, she could be anywhere” He was right. But I knew Winnie a little. Where could she be?

His mate had betrayed him. He lifted his snout and let out another long and loud howl. After howling, he jumped into one of the witches and knocked her off to the grounds. He pressed his hurting leg onto her chest and stepped hard on it. He twisted his leg on the chest of the witch and hit away from the witch with his head. Xavier knew the greatest assets of a witch were nothing other than their mouths, they needed their mouths to keep on chanting spells. He smashed the mouth of the witch under his legs and he was just quick and fast enough to dodge another blade thrown by Aunty Sarah.

Again, after asking Zach to try out his concept, his hand went through the wall without any problems. The female phoenix witch took off for a while and came back dragging with her, a male witch towards where Miguel was. She then asked him to do werewolf was doing but just like what had happened to her, the wall prevented any passage the moment the witch touched it as if it had turned into a solid wall.

He was nimble and hid behind the others quite well…so much so that I had not even noticed him until he was directly behind the witch. And then I saw who it was. Xenos. Even he looked young and energetic, the wrinkles on his face gone and the hair a dark shade of black instead of the grey ones right now. He raised his hand and tried to grab the witch from behind but she noticed him a split second before. She released some of her dark magic from her hand, a dark black bolt with which she planned to hurt him but he kicked her and the bolt flew from her hand. It flew out of her hand and fell on the floor, inches away from the spectators’ feet and all hell broke loose.

“I am your grandmother.” The words hit me like a storm breaking the sky. Xelina, my mate, is part witch. The truth I never expected settles heavily in my chest. Xelina’s face pales, shock rippling through her like a sudden chill. The battle roars around us, but for a moment, time seems to bend, focused only on the impossible revelation between the two of them. Beyond the clearing, the three packs and the white witches move as one. Their magic blends seamlessly with the strength of the shifters, extinguishing the dark curses, banishing the black magic with fierce precision. The battlefield is no longer chaos—it’s a symphony of light pushing back the shadows.

Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity. The other three, as foretold by the knowledged, disappeared into thin air and never came into light again. A common detail also is contained on that same tale, the last and only Witch who dared to cross the strong current was Serina — an accepted fact she revealed to be wrong all along. From the same Kingdom she fought for, served for and lives for — the good-natured woman she holds the dearest once dwelled in. Her past was a lost chapter Serina never got to read, all she learned from her, were only those she fed her with.

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

Arax says. Turning on my heels I bump into Dionne the human that was going to be a sacrifice for the Witch, she's a pretty little thing clearing my throat I say “What are you doing here?” “ I was-” I didn't hear anything else she was saying because my Wolf Arax said that word again “ Mate” “ Not again”. I say knowing thayim not going to reject this one.