Winx Witch Novels & Stories

And there, standing between two of the tallest monoliths, was her. She didn't run. That was my first mistake, thinking she would. "You're trespassing," I called out, my hand moving to my blade. My wolf surged forward, pressing against my consciousness, demanding I shift and tear her apart. The witch turned to face me. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty winters at most. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight like chips of amber. She wore simple robes, no armor, no visible weapons.

His long nails dug out of his fingernails and he was ready to ponder. "Prohibere"- Junnie cast the spell as he freezes in his spot. Junnie smiled in victory. Junnie was a strong elemental witch that was equal to my powers almost. But she still lacked the " Chi" Part. She looked at Priam and said-" What? He said he wanted to help... So he is the only one I can try this herb on. It is for the war" She said casually ignoring the fact that Felix was practically killed her by his eye.

This scent was not good. My violet eyes snap to the side only to see a figure appearing. A woman, a witch, a dark witch. "Who are you?" I tilt my head to the side to study her. Dark lacy clothes, covering nothing showing her private parts. Brown dark curls falling around her shoulders, red lips tinted her smirking mouth. Nasty. She elegantly walks over to me, Cylester stiffens on my shoulders, his nails sharp and jutted out ready to attack anyone who wishes me harm. "I am Wuna, a witch from Mericel coven." She says.

“I have to ask… do witches have wands?” “No.” Hannah turns her attention to whatever she’s cooking on the stove. “They’re nothing like on human TV. They’re have elemental controls, but even that is limited.” “So, like, air, water, earth and fire?” I ask. Obviously, those are the elements, but I am curious how it works. “It’s not important.” Phoenix waves his hand dismissively. “Lots of supernaturals have element controls. Witches are pretty weak as far as supernaturals go.”

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

"My great-granddaughter, Apple LeRoux, is the first witch of our line with power to rival the Great Witch Queen. Her mate is the newly elected Werewolf King. Together, they could create an unstoppable force powerful enough to cleanse the poison from the bodies of the rogues." As her words fall around us, the gathered witches look at one another, not sure what to think. "Araminta, this is all fascinating," One of the elder witches comments, "But how will that help us now? What use is having that power without the spell." Araminta touches the crest at the very top of the page and before our eyes the names of our family past and present waver and reshape themselves into the diagram of a very or

Why haven't he seen this mark all these years? “You're a witch.. That mark on your arm…What do you want from me you bloody witch!” Xander asked, tightening his fist. “Took you a long time to figure it out and maybe you're not so dumb as I thought. Well, back to your question. You have something that I want, with that thing I will become the most powerful witch in history” Lucia said with a dark smile on her face as she began to circle round Xander, her black gown trailing behind her.

It was nothing like my Lyra. My head swam as Xio stirred. He was demanding, needing. My eyes scanned the crowd of witches, searching, until I saw her. She was standing at the back of the group, nearly hidden by a taller witch. She was small and delicate, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes where the color of Zircon. They immediately locked with mine, and a look of utter shock flashed across her face before she quickly looked away.

Harrow. "With you being a half-wolf, half witch hybrid, the marriage was a political masterpiece," Zephyr continued. "But Harrow became greedy. He wanted your power, your soul and the throne. He murdered your mother and our father. He even killed you, or so we thought. He was eventually caught and thrown into the Abyss- a prison with no end. But I received a prophecy, Aina. Two years ago, a vision that you were alive, hidden in this mundane, boring human world. I came for you. And now, my plan is succeeding."

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.