Witch Elvira Novels & Stories

“I… suppose?” She beamed. “I’m Elira. I’ve read all the old scrolls. The ones about the Last Witches. We didn’t know Willow had a child! Well, except Mistress Halka—she always suspected, but no one believed her. But now you’re here and it’s true!” She bounced in place like a puppy who’d discovered a new chew toy. “Elira,” one of the older witches warned gently. “Give her space. This is all very new.”

Sometimes she behaved crazy and said things without explanation. “I’m in a good mood, Oppenheimer, and for that I'll tell you what I am.” She said having a relaxed look now. Was she really going to do it, or maybe it’s a trap to get me to say something. I decided to stay quiet and just watch. “I am not a werewolf Elsa, neither am I a monster. I'm something greater, something divine and untamed, I am a god.”

" I cried , Struggling to swim . Amelia shifted back into her normal form , and came close to where I was struggling for my life . She stood over me triumphantly , with a wide grin on her face . Surprisingly , she didn't get swept away by the blizzard . Standing beside her was the silver haired wolf from the party . Simon's alleged mate; Morgana.

I choked on my breath as I trembled in her damp hair. “Elira,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Elira—goddess, you’re back.” My arms tightened around her as her wolf whimpered inside me, scared. And then I heard her whimper. Except Elira wouldn't sound like that. It wasn't her voice. Wasn't even her scent. My chest tightened as a sharp pain tore just beneath my breastbone. My fingers shook as I brushed her wet curls away from her face, while my eyes roamed her face and my fingers withdrew a little.

After turning off the light, I lay down with my back to the werewolf burrito. I clutched my communication crystal, anxiously tapping the seller's icon. This was a matter of life and death. Me: Urgent! I think my werewolf is about to explode. He's hot as a furnace, he seems delirious, and he keeps growling. Did I do something wrong? [Seller: Dear witch, if you have any questions regarding the care of your werewolf, please consult the Werewolf Domestication Guide included with your order.]

“Another little girl?” She stepped outside to the playground, where her breath caught. Zenda. He was kneeling beside Cecily and a girl she recognized from the mall; Lily. Cecily’s cheeks were still wet with tears, but she was smiling now, munching on cookies Lily had shared. Zenda was saying something that made them both laugh. The sight softened Evelyn’s tensed shoulders until instinct kicked in. Her daughter. With a man. Zenda. She stepped forward quickly, brows raised in alarm. But before she could say anything, Cecily spotted her.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

he asked. I swallowed hard before responding. “A city… burning, then the woman from my visions. She—she said the Ghost Wolf was never meant to be controlled.” I dropped the bombshell. Kelvin’s expression turned grim. “Then it’s worse than I thought.” he whispered with shock on his face. Before I could ask what he meant, the sanctuary trembled. The torches exploded, leaving the room into darkness. Then came the growls. It was low, and wrong. From the shadows, the glowing red eyes emerged.

When they finally pulled apart, Ram lifted a small, pink, egg-shaped device. “What the hell was that?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded. Ram grinned before answering. “It’s a vibrator—for beginners.” “A what?” As a med student, she had heard of such things before, but she had never seen or used one. Lexie’s eyes widened in curiosity. She was about to ask to see it, but Ram pulled it away from her. Too weak to fight back, she could only pout. “Not for you to play with…”

Elvira struggled relentlessly, also calling out to the Twins through the Mindlink for help. She immediately let Dahlia take over, but it still proved futile. It turned out that Lavinia let her wolf take over as she felt herself dying slowly. "You can't escape!" She yelled and stood up immediately, crawling directly to Elvira and grabbing her hair. Elvira thrashed around, hot tears flowing from her eyes. "Please… I'm pregnant, spare me please!" She whimpered. Lavinia's Lycan laughed maniacally and pulled her hair harsher.