Witch Elvira Novels & Stories

"In your dreams, Vanessa. You want to be his Luna? Go for it. Ask him… just so you know I don't care…but what I do with Gabriel is absolutely none of your business!" She stepped closer, her face inches from mine. "You dare talk back to me? You're a slut! You’re nothing but a warm place for him to spend the night until he gets bored. You’re a stray rogue, Elvira. A parasite." She raised her hand…aimed right for my face but I moved before she could even register it. I caught her wrist in mid-air… I wasn't the same girl who had run through the woods in fear of my stepfather. I wasn't the servant high ranking werewolves here bullied anymore… I’m putting an end to that.

The five women had their group hug for a little while. "I must say goodbye for now." Nerida sniffled. "My family must have thought I am dead. See you later, Orlando, my son!" She sprouted wings of a butterfly. And while she grew small as a fly, her wings glittered and shimmered. "She is a fairy!" Vino was astonished. "A fairy!" Ivana, Eve, Brie, Belinda, Orlando, and all the other women whispered incredulously. Zac wrapped his arms around Ivana. "My woman has the purest magic as a good witch, a half werewolf, and a quarter fairy! Oh, I love you, Ivana!"

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.”

The Ghost Wolf was waking up, and this time, it had no intention of going back to sleep. "Elias." My voice had changed too. It echoed strangely, as if multiple voices were speaking in unison. "I need you to listen to me very carefully. When I break free—and I will break free—you need to close your eyes. Don't look at me. Don't try to help me. Just survive. Can you do that?" He swallowed hard, fresh blood seeping from a split in his lip. "Racheal, what's happening to you?"

Lexie’s eyes widened at his question, and she quickly turned to look at him as if saying "Are you serious?" Ram then smiled at her playfully and said— “I am.” A few moments later, Lexie smiled as well. Without another word, she grabbed his hand and led him down a winding path, ignoring his mischievous chuckle. “I can hear the waterfall.” Ram whispered excitedly, making her giggle. “Yes, we’re almost there.” She said, smiling as she heard the sound of rushing water and birds chirping. A few more steps, and they were greeted by a breathtaking paradise.