Winx Witches Novels & Stories

“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.

“We will conduct a ritual to help you awaken your powers fully.” Arianna looked at Xavier, who nodded encouragingly. “Let’s do this,” she said, her resolve strengthening. As the witches gathered in a circle around her, Arianna felt the energy shifting, crackling in the air. Seraphina stepped forward, raising her arms as she began to chant in an ancient language. The other witches joined her, their voices harmonizing in a melodic symphony. Arianna closed her eyes, focusing on the warmth building within her. It was as if the energy from the witches flowed into her, awakening the dormant powers inside her. She could feel Aurora stirring, eager to break free.

“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

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.

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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.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t