Witch Elvira Novels & Stories

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

“But first…” “In case you haven’t noticed,” she continued, tilting her head playfully, “I’m not a werewolf.” I blinked at her, confused. “You’re not?” Evelina’s lips curved, and for the first time, I noticed the faint shimmer in her eyes, something that didn’t belong to any wolf. “No,” she said, her tone calm and laced with quiet power. “Our mother wasn’t one either. She was a witch. Alaric inherited Father’s wolf, but I… inherited her magic.”

“We were told only five. Wolves, dragons, vampires, witches, and phoenixes. This was the bargain, the balance.” “She was not awakened until now,” Selene said firmly, meeting his fire with unflinching calm. “But she is real. Serenya walks the mortal world, bound to her horse spirit, Solana. She is the Guardian of the Wild Veil—between dawn and dusk, between life and the wilderness itself. She is not of the original five, but of something older.” “Older,” Vaelora repeated, her lips curling. “You mean—forgotten.”

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

The reality is she doesn't even know when they will return or how long her treatment will take. The human girl did not know why she felt something different about the young mermaid. When she first saw Eva, the human girl freaked out. Because Eva was different. She has a tail like a fish! But eventually, they got to know each other very well. Amor found out that the young mermaid was very kind and considerate. Since then, Amor couldn't stop making friends with her. And since then, Amor has also loved the young mermaid more than a friend.

Her face twists, the fake tears stopping dead. ​“Are you completely blind?!” Elvira screams, pointing a manicured finger at Liora. “I am standing right here! I am carrying your child, your future, and you are ignoring me to fuss over this wolfless, useless stray?!” The silence in the corridor is deafening. The warriors stare. Miss Ophelia grips her skillet, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. “She almost got me killed!” Elvira shrieks, completely losing whatever fragile grip she had on her temper. “She’s a magnet for these monsters, and you’re treating her like she matters! Look at me!”

After letting Jake see her hole from the wedding, she had waited until the whole house went to sleep and then discreetly slipped out to visit this out of the way bar where she requested to see them for a deal. Walking here took her almost an hour. The two brothers didn't expect for any ordinary person in Blue-Mist to know their true identities, and they did not expect the person who asked to see them for a deal would be Elvira, the strongest Alpha in their generation and the future Luna of Blue-Mist. So, when she removed her cloak, Ethan and Eden's jaws nearly dropped. “Elvira?” They both chorused in shock. “Hi.” She smiled at them, then her face got serious.

Hecate side eyed her, "Your questions. You're causing a rise in my curiosity." "Oh, right." Willow took a deep breath before proceeding, "Karmina is in a prison somewhere in Hell. A vision came to me of her location, but my question is: How do we keep her there?" Willow looked up at the tall Goddess beside her. Hecate glanced back out at the sea, the giant waves rising up to the sky only to crash back down once more. Her black velvet robe whipped about her from the increase in the winds.

Just like everything else in this life. Before I could reply, a cold, familiar voice drawled from behind us. “Well, isn’t this touching. The two best friends… and the enemy’s sister.” I turned to see Elvira gliding toward us, dressed in a shimmering silver gown, her blonde hair perfectly styled, her blue eyes sparkling with malicious amusement. She held a glass of champagne loosely in one hand, looking me up and down with open disdain. “Elvira.” Tessa’s voice was tight. “I didn’t think you’d dare show your face here. After everything Vincent told me about your little meetings.”

So beauty was out of the question. Was it her personality? Was she sweet or caring? Did she give off a positive energy that drew Fabian in? Elvira hated herself for feeling insecure. Elvira cleared her throat before speaking. “I know who you are,” she said directly. There was no use beating around the bush. This woman obviously knew who she was—Elvira saw it in the way her eyes widened. “And I assume you already know me, right?” She noticed her swallow. Good. She should feel threatened.