Winx Witches Novels & Stories

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

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.

The screaming starts. We do not find out much. The witches that are attacking are not part of a particular coven. They are almost like rogues traveling alone or in small groups. Someone just shows up and gives them their assignment. Hester did not know who this person was nor did she see their face. The woman just shows up gives them information on where to go and what spell to use.

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

"In Kitty's case, from herself even." "But why would someone need to do that?" Erebus asked, except this time, he knew the answer. He just couldn't let Winnie know that he knew. "Because a witch's power is unique, like their finger prints." Winnie said, "And it can be used to detect or trace one another." "So, most likely, it's protection against other witches?" Erebus asked. Winnie nodded with satisfaction at his fast reaction: "By her mom, the Master of the Sea."

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

It’s been three, maybe four days since the witches first began twisting their way through Montelune, sowing fear, vanishing our scouts, cursing our woods. We unify because we must, and we prepare for war. I lead the counterstrikes. My warriors fall in behind me like a tide. Xelina is always at my side, fierce, relentless, and powerful in wolf form. She moves like wind over snow, all speed, muscle and gleaming fangs, her eyes glowing gold in the dark, her coat the brightest ivory. Even when the magic scorches the ground around us, she doesn’t falter. The witches don’t hold back. They strike from shadow and sky, twisting the trees, summoning beasts from bone and ash. One night, we find an enti

she finally said something that would create a breakthrough for us. “A witch has to be there to perform the ritual, especially one as powerful as giving werewolves those kinds of powers. So if you’re looking for anyone, look for packs that have witches living among the members,” she said. I turned to Darius as if silently asking him to think of all the packs with witches living among the pack members, and his eyes lit up. “There are only two packs I know that have witches living among them. Silversnow pack and Moonblood pack,” he said.

Luna Mara, known for her wisdom and foresight, added, "The alliance with the witches is essential. With their magical abilities, they can be a formidable force against the vampires. But we need to ensure trust and cooperation." Beta Jason, the second-in-command with a strategic mind, interjected, "I've reinforced the patrols, and our sentinels are on high alert. We can't afford any surprises. Our borders are secure, but we need to stay vigilant." Morgana, the witch leader, her eyes filled with an ageless wisdom, spoke, "The witches are ready to stand by the Silver Moon Pack. Our magic can be a powerful asset, especially against the vampires. However, we must act decisively when the time come