Winx Witches Novels & Stories

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:

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

As if it had never been, the lightning and the gale-force winds disappeared, leaving the sky as sunny and crystalline as it had been before five women appeared from thin air and made nature their bitch. From either side of him, rifles drooped and fell to the forest floor from shock-numbed fingers. No one said a word, still too thrown by what the actual fuck they’d witnessed. First the prison break, then this display of…unfathomable power. Now he understood why so many Wolves were wary of witches. But, if Xavier was being honest, wary didn’t nearly cover it. He had never seen such a display of power, had no idea that witches were capable of so much.

I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements. The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us. They won’t escape. Not while I’m Alpha. *** Alex The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.

Alpha Hudson gnashed his teeth together, fury surging through him. Those damn witches. They are doing too much! The witches had been entangled in a war with the power axis pack three weeks ago. The power axis pack was yet to get over the casualties and the impact of the war from a few weeks ago, yet it turns out that the witch will suddenly attack again, not even giving them the chance to catch their breath. Unlike the werewolf division in packs, the witches are combined and live together, giving them leverage over the power axis pack.

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.

I laughed, "I'm glad they did. Because my warriors certainly won't." I started watching the wood line and saw a very bright glow. I could not begin to imagine what was happening at that moment until I started hearing screams. I started to run into the forest, but Beau stopped me. "That is Winnie's battle cry. She and Ariel are creating a portal in the ground that will trap the evil witches in purgatory forever. The other screams you hear are the evil witches being sucked in".

'Addanc, that is his name and he identified himself when he blocked our path. 'What about the good witches, how many survived the attack? ' Like Tamara, I wanted to understand every single thing about this story. I mean I was beginning to accept the fact that he might still exist. What I failed to connect was how Addanc knew Tamara and why he would ask for her womb. There was no explanation in my mind whatsoever as to how he even knew about her being my mate. 'Only four survived, two wizards and two witches including the high priestess and they later became couples, they were blessed with one child each, a boy and a girl. ' He further explained, watching closely as I took in the information.

the warriors start murmuring among themselves. "Isn't the woods declared to be dangerous for now? When did Prince Lucian found his mate? Is the rumor about a witch in Crisinda true?" The warriors asked among themselves while Russell paused for them to digest the piece of information he just passed before he continue. "Due to the rise in rogue sighting and the fruitless effort of the king to reach the prince, it is feared that the prince has most likely been abducted but we don't know where," another round of murmuring broke out among the warriors.

... A good witch,""A good witch?" Xandra asked unaware."Yes, there are two categories of witches in this world. Good or bad.""I am from the time where the bloodsuckers used to make the living hard on us.""Good and bad witches always used to have a battle. The bad witches were with the evil... the evil you can't escape unless your soul is pure.""Am I a witch too?" Xandra asked gravelly."No, my dear. You are a cure.""A cure?" Xandra's mind was revolving around these thoughts and she wasn't able to react the way she should.And it was a good thing that she wasn't reacting because she could only scream at this."I was cursed... The evil cursed me to dug six feet deep until one of us becomes a cure