Winx Witch Novels & Stories

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

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

She's beautiful with long reddish blonde hair, but her eyes are completely black. "She's a witch and not just any witch. Her magic is darker than we've ever seen. Everyone be careful." I mindlink them. "Well, hello there, fine palace dwellers. I have been anxious to meet the people who killed Cressida. I'm Xantha." I glare at the witch. I want to squash her with my foot, but I can't do anything until I know what we're dealing with. I won't let the kids or Zoe and Ryder get hurt.

Winnie agreed, “It would increase the risk of danger for her.” We walked the rest of the way in silence, watching Heather skip her way to the orphanage. When we got there, the manager of the orphanage approached us. I smiled, “Ms. Thornfield, this is Queen Winnie of the white witches. She has been working with Heather over the last couple days to control her magic.”

The woman said and Phoenix eyed her skeptically. " Who are you? " She demanded. " My name is Narcissa and I am a witch " Hearing that, Phoenix stepped back, a bit scared. The woman chuckled. " Don't be scared Phoenix, I am a good witch " Narcissa assured but Phoenix wasn't taking any chances. " Is there anything like a good witch? " " Everything has two sides, Phoenix. The good and the bad " " Fine then, what do you want from me and why did you pretend to be an old lady in distress " Phoenix queried.

"The Witch named Olga is the cursed witch. She lives in the castle and has been since the past 200 years of her exile. Things suggest that she grants wishes if you live against her realm of death. And that is only possible by only one species of existence." A Phoenix. He smiles when I guess the answer inside my head. "That's right. A Phoenix. I won't let you know what wish your mother had asked to the witch, but it was kind of related to you." "To me?" He nods. I fall into a brainstorming session with myself and wait patiently until we reach the cliff again. Meanwhile, they were teaching me the tips of trade as I keep listening intently. As we reach the spot, I see a winged, tall figure agai

The likeness between this old lady and my mate was uncanny. "I will take her to you. But please understand that she has not spoken much of her past." I warned her. "Ethel, my name is Ethel Swinsore, the last surviving witch of Brookhaven." she held her hand to me and hesitated before taking it. Witch. But Victoria was not a witch; she was a wolf. My luna. "She is a wolf witch; she has special hidden powers. When she was a newborn baby, a rare spell was placed upon her to seal her true identity.

The last unit is the Unit of the Desaix Family. The leader of the Unit of Witches is Christina Nukpana. She’s known as a badass leader. She’s protective of her units and she hates Lilia Desaix. Her hair is one of the iconic things about her. She has coily, 4A hair. It hides some parts of her face, including her eyes. Her nose and full lips are the parts of her face that can be seen clearly.

The witches had helped us greatly in defeating Felix, I can't even imagine the outcome with Felix. "Unfortunately no," Lara answered sadly. "And just like werewolves need their Alpha's, us witches need our Nixie." "But Fiona is a werewolf, she doesn't have witches abilities," I pointed out. Lara and the other old lady excited glances. "What is it?" I asked. "Her witch abilities are there, it were also suppressed alongside her werewolf abilities by her mother Amanda," Lara explained. "So, what are you saying exactly?" "She can get her abilities back," Lara said. "But there's a cost–"

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.