Romans & histoires Elven Witch

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

"You are just scared. Scared of what Icarus told you about the prophecy. Is that why you are so determined to get rid of me?" Eldron roared, chasing the ground to shake. Even if I'm in someone else memories, it felt natural. "IM NOT SCARED, RATHER WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER GIVES BIRTH TO THE NEW RED WITCH. I WON'T KILL HER. I WILL USE HER POWER FOR MY SINISTER DEMISE." Eldron claims as he snorts. "WHY RATHER HER KILL ME WHEN I CAN CHARM HER TO BE ON MY SIDE? DON'T WORRY, AND I WILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER WHILE YOU ARE GONE. SHE WILL MAKE A NICE QUEEN."

she continued, her face looking like she was there when it all happened. “Then, one witch figured it out. Helena, the mother of beasts” she said, her voice now hard. “Helena used elven blood to open a gate way into hell, gaining herself the power to create creatures that were never meant to live in this plane” she said, her anger turning horrified.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

It wasn't a Youngblood talisman, he knew that much, at least since all the older members in Sonja's coven had it, and its magic source was unusual for witches. If he had to guess, he'd say it was of elven origin. Its power, in the few minutes he'd held the necklace in his hands, had disturbed him more than he'd let on, and it had confirmed what he'd hoped were unfounded suspicions. The Youngbloods had an alliance. Apart from the wolves, Emme, the only remaining elf in town and the only person who never took sides in the past, was now in the witches' corner. And that didn't sit well with Luca—

Ellie’s silver fire burned bright, purging the magic from two wolves who’d been hit, but her flames dimmed as she grew tired. “Trinity magic,” the lead figure said, stepping forward. Their hood fell back, revealing a face that made Elara’s blood run cold—the ice witch, but her eyes were solid black, her skin gray, her blue flames twisted into dark, smoking tendrils. “Witch,” Elara breathed, her voice shaking. “What did they do to you?” The ice witch didn’t answer. She raised her hands, and black ice erupted from the ground, encasing Lira’s leg before she could dodge. Lira roared, hacking at the ice with her blade, but it spread, creeping up her thigh.

I nodded, and then curiosity got the best of me. “What is an Elemental witch?” As soon as the question left my lips, I felt embarrassed about being too straightforward with these ladies. Eleanore, one of the elders, chuckled at my reaction. “No need to be shy in asking, dear. Our coven holds the most powerful white witches in the region. White magic gets drawn out of nature, positivity, and kindness. Each one of us held a special gift, each one of the elements of nature. For instance, I am a master of the elements of Earth, Evangeline is a master of fire, Elphaba is a master of water, and Everly is a master of wind. Ashia, our coven mother, is the master of the four elements.” She casually e

"But when this Temple was built, the First Alpha called me Elara. The Weaver of the First Accord." Killian stepped forward, placing himself between me and the ancient witch. Even without his blazing golden aura, his sheer physical presence was a wall of muscle and lethal intent. "The First Witch. The one who cursed the Blackwood bloodline to war with the Coven." Elara looked at Killian, a sad, knowing smile touching her lips. "I did not curse you, Alpha King. I created a balance. But my descendants... the modern Coven... they grew greedy. They sought to consume the light, just as they consumed Elena’s mother."

The witches materialised in a ring, swirling through the chamber, starlight burning in their veils. “You refuse?” thundered the eldest, voice echoing in every bone of the castle. Elara stood taller, fire blooming in her eyes. Her voice rang with something new, not just anger, but sovereignty, the will of a queen. “I do,” she declared. “I will not kill to become divine. If your magic demands it, then take it back.” The witches shrieked. The walls of the tower groaned. Torches blazed backward, flame leaping and twisting as if the world itself was turning inside out. All around her, the air fractured, not just in sound, but in reality itself.