Winx Witches Novels & Stories

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

Queen Winnie responded with a nod, “We’ll find them.” Isaac started to get upset and I mind linked the images of the four rogues to him. I could see Isaac visibly relax a little, “Well, it looks like you have four rogues with you and they are masking their scents. But I know what they look like now. You see that lady you saw at the door? She is Queen Winnie of the white witches.” Zev’s eyes widened, “Then I have nothing else to say to you. Kill me if you want to, but you aren’t getting anything more out of me.”

He stared at her, and slowly—reluctantly—nodded. “I’ll follow a leader who bleeds for her people.” Other alphas stepped forward, one by one. Some offered oaths. Some offered soldiers. Others—like the Silverfang witches—offered something even more valuable: magic. But not all were convinced. --- The next day, Aria and Kade rode into the ruins of Virelyn—a forgotten city buried beneath layers of ancient war. Here lived the Wyrd Sisters, three witches older than memory. Only they possessed the spell powerful enough to bind Xarion’s godhood.

Both of them answered in unison, which made me laugh. Alan cleared his throat and started. He looked serious now. "The witches are led by the High Priestess. She's the most powerful of them all, and nobody knows just how old she truly is. Witches don’t just make potions. It’s rare, but some of them could also control elements. Four of the strongest witches who are most capable with the elemental spells are given the title 'Lady.' They each have mastery over a specific element, reporting directly to the High Priestess.”

Achyls stayed back to watch, but she was getting angrier and angrier as the witches were defeated. Polly and Trisha watched everything while holding hands. They wanted to help, but they would never disobey their parents. They watched their mom and dad's wolves attack one witch after another. Omar and Alani's wolves were ripping off the witch's heads as were the guards and other warriors. Andrew and Jameson used their magic to fight along with the others. Everyone was watching Achyls to make sure she didn't attack while they were distracted. Nyx, Eris, and Sabnac were trying to get to Achyls.

**Xavier's POV** "So, you're saying you can create a weapon for me?" I asked, intrigued by their previous exchange. The three witches exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Indeed," one of them replied proudly. "As the Three Witches of the East, we possess distinct abilities that allow us to craft powerful artifacts. The appearances you witnessed earlier were merely our way of welcoming guests." "I see," I nodded, beginning to grasp the extent of their capabilities. Turning my attention to the red-haired witch, I stated, "As a witch, I assume you have some insight into why I'm here."

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

The physical evidence only led to the center of the field and then nothing, as if the kidnappers and Alexi had just disappeared without a trace. Coming up the road were many more vehicles; two vehicles carried the Packs Witches and the other the King's Witches. The Pack Witches felt offended that the King's Witches were called upon. The King's Witches felt they were far more Superior and magically capable than the Pack Witches. The two sets of witches did not work well together at all. However, both sets of witches agreed that there was lots of magic residue everywhere.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV: