Winx Witches Novels & Stories

He pleaded, the strength he had been using to hold himself tall faltering, feeling the witch's power, knowing if she willed it he could be torn apart with a thought from her. "She will be safe. We have planned for this." She assured him, as he saw a glow erupt from within each of the women as they stalked out onto the dark and broken ski hill. Before the bird woman went too far she turned around, "Just one question, we found six dead wolves at the original crime scene, yours?" She asked. Alexander nodded, a bit dumbfounded the witches had time to investigate at the school, and get here minutes after Alexander had. "Sorry for your loss, they didn't stand a chance against Valentina." Then she

"No, princess. The queen was in love with the Drektus but not the other way. He married the queen because of power. For years though the witches lived in harmony the Drektus didn’t like that the phoenix witches had more power over them. Witches are divided into coven or tribe. There six tribes, two covens are most powerful among the rest of the witches, phoenix being the sovereign leader as they were viewed as sacred and holy more like gods, we could use any element and what made us more different is we could resurrect ourselves and bring back the dead and also become immortal after we die and we were the only witches who could control the griffins. We were only the witches who could be immo

“Oh, my gosh. Are witches real?” Phoenix laughs. “Yes, witches are real. But you are not a witch.” “I don’t think you’re a witch.” Hannah sniffs the air. “You don’t smell like a witch at all. Or act like one.” She rolls her eyes. “How do witches act?” “Arrogant,” Phoenix says. “Stuck up,” she adds. “They have this superiority complex and think they’re better than everybody else.” “I have to ask… do witches have wands?”

"She cares okay but doing it will attract the attention of the Witches and when they find out that she helped me, it's disastrous" "Now I don't still get why you overhype this Witches". She cursed. "That's what they are, I would never want to encounter a Witch again if you've had an experience with one". Mrs. Cruz said and threw a piece of paper out. Xayne picked it and read the writing. "That's the place she stays, hoping she's still around". "I should get going". Xayne announced. "You might need more of this ". Mrs. Cruz said raising a bottle of wolfsbane up.

she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Power, chaos, control. Witches are unpredictable, and their motives can be twisted,” Xavier replied. “We’ll confront them before they have a chance to execute their plans.” Just then, they heard voices drifting through the trees, low and ominous. Arianna exchanged a glance with Xavier, and they cautiously approached the source of the sound. “...they’re not prepared for what’s coming,” one witch said, her voice laced with an unsettling certainty. “The prophecy will unfold, whether they like it or not.”

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

I smiled. "We'll get him back" He said, I inhaled deeply with a liptight smile. Then Xavier, Blake and Cole came to us having long faces. "What now? I smell trouble" Mitch inclined forward. "It's Declan. He sent a message" Xavier said. "Some witches are on the move, combing through the three cities where we spelled Gretchen's remains" He reported. "Witches? Rowena's minions?" They nodded. "It seems they know the witches remains are hidden somewhere in those cities. They are searching for it" Blake uttered.

Jack's POV The witch’s movements were swift and unyielding as she tossed Simon’s limp body onto the cold stone table in the center of the room. His body hit the surface with a sickening thud, and I could barely breathe as she stood over him, methodically picking up the gleaming axe. The metal reflected dimly in the low light, and a chill ran through me. I was powerless, trapped in place by the witch’s dark magic, my body frozen in fear.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

“If this rite is to be done, it must be done in solemnity. Council, do we vote to allow the witches to proceed?” A thousand hands waved. Some for, some against. The dividing chant went on until at last the motion passed by the thinnest margin. A few Alphas stood in protest and left the hall in disgust, but most stayed, curiosity and hunger bounding them. The witches prepared. They lit herbs, smoke swirled, perfuming the room with bitter-sweet scents that pricked the eyes. They laid a circle of salt around Winny. The younger witch handed me a bowl with water and something that shivered like a captured star. My hands almost refused to accept it. Winny looked at me once, a flash of fear and ple