Winx Witches Novels & Stories

... 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

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

“Last time I checked, red isn’t a normal eye color, even for a witch.” “But Rosalynd didn’t even grow up as a witch,” Axel explains. “She was raised as a human, her mom is a fake TV witch that reviews pornographic sci-fi films….” “I know what I’m seeing,” I insist. “She is in the middle of a major casting while on the air. The amount of power it would take to spread that kind of message through the television is beyond anything I’ve ever seen a human witch capable of doing. There’s something else…”

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

If witches where getting involved in the Royal Santos Lycan pack, that meant they expected another attempt from the rebels and the red headed witch. “They will create a scenario which will test your senses to their limits. You are required to use your senses to walk up to this lantern and extinguish its flame.” He places the lantern on the muddy patchy grass ground as one of the witches lights the candle with a flick of her finger. The witches all move to stand in front of the lantern, all four standing in a line but distanced out. Almost positioning themselves in an attack formation. Two of the witches looked identical, they must be twins. Both had long straight blonde hair styles in exactl

He said, watching his father's reaction which came off well as he had expected, "What, how, when did these happened" "Some people have been working with the witches for a long time now and from my investigations, they came from the royals and the council, so you don't have to trust any one in the council" Xavier said, "These is big trouble, the witches just started war with me, they wants Makeficient back, have there been any attacks to humans" The king asked, "Yes and they have been turning to reins too, I will need the details of Bethsheba, where she lives"

- Xavier smirked at her. - This is something even I cannot ignore. - The witch looked at him. That was beyond her understanding. It is not how her sisters behave. They value their lives and would not throw themselves at werewolves. The risk was too big. Unless... - Warriors.- Camille mumbled, and Xavier glanced at her immediately. - What? - He asked. - There are different types of witches in our coven. The one like me, powerful enough to be noticed by Mother and raised by her, and those less fortunate. They can use simple magic, but advanced charms are beyond their reach.- Camille explained, but that still meant nothing to him.

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.