Witch Color Meaning Novels & Stories

Khwaish said and hand him a perfume set "I know it's not that Expensive but I bought it with my savings for you and Laisha. It's your favourite perfume," Khwaish said "why are you making it more painful then it is Khwaish?" Ekansh asked her "you know the irony? My name is khwaish means wish but none of my wishes get fulfilled ever. And about making difficult I'm making everything Easy for you and myself, go your wife Is waiting for you, don't make her wait like you did with me," Khwaish said and left him

Placing my face back on the ground I let out a whine about having to get up for school. Feeling frustrated I sit up on the ground before standing up and begining to make my bed, feeling a little satisfied when I'm done I climb down the latter. Walking into the restroom I begin to do my morning routine washing my face and brushing my teeth. Letting out a yawn I turn off the bathroom light on my way out. Going to my closet, I remember there isn't really a dress code, but each section is supposed to were a certain color to represent it. Vampires wear red, witches wear purple, demons wear black, angels wear white and werewolves wear blue.

He smiled lovingly before he replied. "No it does not, it's a proof of divinity and the powers within me. For me, red means anger, silver is normal, yellow signifies it's day, purple means I'm in love, it goes on like that. Every immortal glows in his eyes, but according to the powers they posses, and what they feel at that particular time. Some choose to keep theirs plain in sight, like me. You wouldn't want the internet buzzing over the color of your eyes, right?"

"That's the biggest question... She has all lights which Circle around her. Red, white, black, green blue and yellow..." Justin told him. Carl shook his head. "It's impossible Justin. Are you sure because she can't have so many auras around her.... You know that red light belongs to vampires, yellow means werewolves, black means devil, white means humans, green means witch and i don't know what does blue means... She can't be all of this." "That's why I said that don't tell this to anyone... May be something is wrong with me." Justin said. Serenity looked at the two boys who were talking about her and sighed.

Black also served other meanings. Power, fear, strength, authority, and mysteriousness. Everything that described Vincenzo Salvadori. Hades incarnate, that's what he is. With a deathly aura looming over his shoulders, smothering the air, replacing it with danger and the tremor of awareness he put into her system whenever he was around. "How about you? Why is white your favorite color?" She asked. "White represents purity and innocence. It reminds me of someone I held dear to my life." He said.

Val said, and I widened my eyes in surprise. "You've got to be kidding, right?" They denied it, and the matriarch looked at me solemnly. "No, they are not joking; I was present there, and by leaving your door open, I could see what you were seeing, and it is impressive what is contained in your power well. It gave me an idea of the cores we really need to work on with you." "What do you mean?" I asked fearfully. "The colors found in your power well reflect the emotions that cause it to fire: black speaks of fear and protection; purple speaks of nostalgia and sadness; green speaks of hope; white speaks of serenity; and finally, pink speaks of love. Your true core of power is love."

She sat down comfortably and said, "On Semeria it is rare for a person's eye color not to match their hair color. In this world, most people get their hair color from their elemental affinity. Blue hair, = water, Light blue hair = lightning, Red hair = fire, Brown hair, = earth, green hair = wind, Light green hair = nature, Black hair = shadow, Gray hair, = metal, etc, etc, etc," Verra informed Xasha like a teacher teaching a student.

It's the way her mood switched quickly that always marveled me “Yes,” I said plainly, I was a bit disappointed in myself, like why shouldn't I have known? I held her new wig up in front of her face. “Don't get me wrong…I like it but…wow!” She held her hand to her mouth. I got her right there. “How do you like it now?” I turned her wig into what looked like the color of my heart. Vantablack. Just like my heart. Just like the thick furs of my wolf, I would love it to be the color of my blood, but unfortunately, it is a dark brick of red liquid.

I insisted. But instead of answering, Christian grabbed a large bottle of alcohol gel, filling his hand with a considerable amount before he began to rub it on my abdomen. To my surprise, the pigment began to run down my skin, as Christian rubbed it with his hands, taking the washcloth, dipping it into the jar before taking it to my skin, wiping the dye that had run down, and to my surprise, it was working.

More werewolves emerged from the side woods and that was when I knew the two human females we had just rescued were not the only ones. Jared shapeshifted and Thelma conjured fire. I saw that her flames were purple and not like mine which was blue. An elusive memory gnawed at me. I somewhat knew what it meant but it didn't come to me immediately. It occurred to me then that Sarafina's flame was the regular orange colour while mine was blue which I didn't think was farfetched. I supposed the normalcy was why I didn't notice before and I wondered if every single witch, with the ability, has their own distinguishing colour. I figured that must be cool.