Witchy Graphics Novels & Stories

With her hands on her waist she asks, "and what color is it?" "Oh!" they both say together. "Yeah, she should have silver colored hair which explains the transformation." "So if I get you right, my hair is this color because I'm the Witch Supreme?" Sarah asks and they all nod. "What are you?" she asks Katrina. "A witch as well, Supreme." "And since I'm the Witch Supreme I'm the most powerful right?" she asks again and they nod again. Sarah goes silent and they all watch her, Jason and Lukas seem nervous because they don't know what her reaction to that would be.

The darkness cannot extinguish the sparkle in her mermaid eyes. Witch… Hank swallows hard, trying not to look. God... what was she thinking? "God, what were you thinking?" he mutters as she wraps herself around him like a hop again, pulling him over to the big bed. But her lips - delicious, sweet - are too busy to respond with words. Her men follow, already naked. They might have been doing this before…until Keith had a new idea.

"Understood." I started on the left wing, using a magnum shader to create smooth gradients from black to gray. The technique required constant skin contact—one hand stretching the area I was working on, the other controlling the machine. Within minutes, I was hyperaware of every point where my body touched Julian's. My palm on his shoulder blade. My fingers on his ribs. The heat of his skin against mine. "Tell me why you wanted this design," I said, needing distraction. "The phoenix. What does it mean to you?"

Vaelor said, his voice turning cold and bitter as he looked at the representation of the first Alpha. "It looks like they tried to cut the witches out of the deal to keep the power in the family, and that's when the partnership turned into a parasite," I added, and as I spoke, a section of the floor beneath the carvings began to glow with a deep, liquid light that revealed a perfectly still pool of water caught in a basin of roots.

My muscles tensed, and I clenched my fists, trying to keep myself in check. Amy looked alarmed now, watching me closely, clearly sensing my agitation. “Mel, it’s not what you think. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” But her words were falling on deaf ears. All I could feel was the surge of my wolf, the anger fueling it. It wanted out, wanted to protect Amy by any means necessary, even if it meant tearing through anyone who posed a threat, Austin included. I could already feel the heat of the shift building in my chest, spreading through my limbs.

She wanted something different, something unique and wondered what that would be. She walked back to the shelve and started searching until a huge book with black and gold edges caught her attention. She pulled out the book and it read "The Witches Spell book." She gasped and guiltily looked around the Library. She had never been able to cast spells and she had even lost whatever powers she ever had. She pondered and contemplated between reading and dropping the book but her curiosity got the better part of her and off she went with the book to one of the seats she had just cleaned.

She wags her finger “You have to behave in public wolf boy” She then claps her hands “I have to admit that I never expected you to work with witches. This just makes it all so very fun. You see I started off with humans and now I am confused which to pick next. Would it be wolves?” she points at me “Or witches?” she looks at Gryphon. “What the hell do you want?” Gryphon’s eyes flare purple. “Power darling, power” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rachel heading in our direction. That girl can never take a hint.

I ask him as I calm down. “Well now you’ve really got my interest piqued” he smirks at me. “Well with the way you flipped out about the floating tray yesterday you’re really going to love this…” I said teasing him He begins to speak to defend himself when I interrupt him “Really, it’s ok” I laugh sweetly, “but do remember not all witches are cool with werewolves so just stick by me or Alyssa and don’t stray far” I winked at him “I wouldn’t dream of it” he says with his gorgeous smile beaming at me.

The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some beginners to face the Silver-haired wolf pack. Now Aza and Nelson are alone against the White Tiger who is in Warcraft level two intermediate. Three levels above the Silver Haired Wolf which was a level one Warcraft. The arrow that Aza misses because the White Tiger has a high defense power, but it is different from the wind knife that Nelson will shoot. Sreet! The roar of the White Tiger echoed one kilometer from the place, making several birds that were relaxing on the tree trunk leaving the tree afraid that their next target would be them.

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.