Winx Witch Novels & Stories

Maverick stated indifferently, and Vincent shrugged. “Why do you think I’m doing that?” Vincent asked. The smile had slipped from his lips, too. “She’s the rogue leader of the large armies of cruel rogues, and she’s also a witch. I found out that the building that was worth billions of dollars when it was erected at your pack now belongs to all the members of the Night Pack. Crystabell, who is normally out to cause mischief, is the one who decides to go ninja and set her pack on fire. And there’s this semi-open secret that the witches are after her.”

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery

I recognized her immediately, every werewolf knows and fears her, Christella fidoria the most powerful witch ever known to wolf kind, I began to panic. “Wh…what do you want to do to me?” I asked terrified, Alpha Zyn just smiled and moved to far end of the room, he sat on the chair over there and just watched with an intrigued look on his face. “Etlin esta merroy.” The witch said with her hand stretched towards me as she moved closer and closer to me. I felt myself starting to get weaker and weaker, my head feels heavy and painful.

Even if she had wanted to, Merlin doubted that she could speak, as the tale Aunt May told her stunned her into silence. The Cottard witches were the oldest and most powerful of the witches in the bayou, their history and heritage filled with secrets and legends, that were passed down through the generations. One such legend told of a witch, born to each generation, who had the power to control all the elements of nature, unlike most witches, who can only manipulate one. There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers.

There were some rumors among the people that Qontessah had so many guards around her not for her own protection but for the protection of those around her. This is why the island was constantly recruiting people who were solely handled by Xander. She was cruel and was labeled a witch, but Qontessah was eviler and frightening than she was. If she is a white witch, then Qontessah was a dark or black witch, a true agent of darkness, but when she thinks about it, she still has a good heart.

I hated it so much I wish I could claw out her face until I saw what was hidden underneath that serene facade. “Okay,” she finally said, “How about you come down and we talk about this?” “I’m not sure that’s how things like this go,” I’ve never been with other high priestesses or witches when they leave to take down a witch that’s used the reincarnation and soul-swapping spell to come back to earth for revenge but I know that it involves a lot of fight and all the witches might not return.

she smiles. “Shrinking logs is complicated, but this…” I say, waving my slightly trembling hands around the hut, “... this isn’t complicated?” “I’m a Venusian Witch,” she says as if that ought to explain everything. I wait, too befuddled to make a smart comment. “It’s the one bit of my magic honed to perfection. I can turn any space beautiful, even when I’m at my weakest. It’s pretty much the only kind of magic I’m allowed to perform.”

“Xylia is right that Nix was never told about her gifts. The princess is a witch to the shifters. A princess is an omega mixed with an alpha. With that comes a certain power; she can control most men unless they’re on the hunt. Along with these gifts, she can speak to almost any animal. It is telepathic, but she can do it.” Willow spoke for the first time. Nix looked at her in amazement. No one knew about the shifters, or so she had been told by her father.

His witches lose concentration, allowing our wolves to recover and stand ready to attack once again when the forcefield is down. "There is a weason your kind is afwaid of hybwids! I am a lycan witch vampire, and I am more powerful dan all your witchies together!" Phoenix steps forward, placing her hand out inches from the barrier. She gazes at it before tapping it with the tip of her finger, the magic within the barrier ripples like the surface of a placid lake. Phoenix eyes Dagon with a menacing smile as she places her palm on the forcefield. The magic grows and ripples violently before it is quickly sucked into her hand like she has absorbed it.

Alexi was about to take them on, this war was going to be won, and it was going to be won by her pack. Alexi stared at the witch who had to be centuries old; she looked every bit like a dark witch should look, right down to the wart on her nose, scraggly black hair, and piercing black eyes. Alexi saw the witch throwing a fireball at her. As Alexi laughed and hurled water balls into the air, the fireballs fizzled and turned into embers in the air. As Alexi made a small tornado just for the witch, she tossed her miles away, ejecting her from the pack. It was her original plan at least, but the witch escaped her tornado. Alexi shakes her head, thinking this witch thinks she can beat me. Alexi d