Elven Witch の小説・ストーリー

As the Lycan King, my authority was over the werewolves, not the witches. “You have no need to wield your authority over witches, my dear Zane. We pose no threat to you.” Er. Was she reading my mind again? I fucking hated that. “I need a root,” she told me. “It’s called Elora root and it only grows on the side of canyons in OUR territory. Elora root will help me put the trace on the potion, since the roots can track the history of any magical element or thing, including potions.” It sounded like a bunch of gobbledygook to me. Magical roots? But who was I to argue? I knew nothing of the witch’s ways.

She could manipulate five elements, but destructive. The book told the story of Aria, who achieved an exceptional level of divination, attracting the attention of the moon goddess. This led to jealousy from Elara, who ultimately succumbed to a destructive rage when Aria became the queen witch. In a twist of fate, the moon goddess paired Aria with the most powerful creature, a Lycan named Lysander. As Aria and Lysander tied the knot, they began working together to spread harmony and peace throughout the world.

As if she already read her mind, the teacher once again spoke, "I won't be able to handle both the babysitting and all the Kingdom matters at the same time, surely. So, can I rely on you to assist me on this one?" Being given orders on a regular basis have been her way of living with the witch. However, this time feels different — or rather, nostalgic. Hearing those words that clearly shouts 'more work to come' made her blush, her pointed ears that signifies her elven genes turned shamefully red. It may seem very random but the girl has only a single reason to defend her actions; being acknowledged. *** Perceiving the sound of the horse's feet from outside the window as nothing but the arriv

She was going to let me do this. "I'm still working on the details," I said. "But I have some ideas. Somewhere remote. Somewhere protected. Somewhere no one would think to look." *** The witch lived in a cabin deep in the woods, about an hour's drive from Moonveil territory. Her name was Elena Vasquez, and she had a reputation for being both powerful and completely neutral in supernatural politics. She didn't take sides, didn't get involved in pack disputes or family feuds. She just did her job and took her payment.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

“She promised him that he will eventually have a wolf—she will give him a wolf, in exchange for worshipping her.” I could not hide my astonished gasp. “Eliane desired to be bowed before, where creatures will look at her with awe and kneel down upon her presence. The Forest Witch eventually managed to gather a dozen of wolfless ones.” She paused when she noticed the emotion that flashed across my face. “Eliane, like me, is a High Priestess. In fact, she’s the first High Priestess of Stella’s Soul. But she was not a werewolf. Her witchcraft, which originated from another deity, a gift to her bloodline as my predecessors once told me, is the only thing she has—the only thing she can wield.”

He looked different with a receding hairline a bulgy figure with a dirty grey coat with mud-stained tattered old boots and a grey shirt with patches of brown and deep crimson shades, no doubt filled with the blood of others. “That’s good Cyrus,” Jeremy spoke up voice low and calm. “The witches; the ones that run away, I want them found and I want them dead. They’ve served their purpose. Have some of my children close by. I've heard that the elven princess is around. She’s the only link to the damn forest I want that Forest.” “But master, Amoria is ripe for the taking, we're already winning we just-”

He pulled at the grass beside him as he thought of a way to finish his sentence, “, she was a Witch.” “Really?” I was starting to understand him a little better. That’s why he think’s the witch’s amulet is something that can help find his mother. “So she wasn’t a Trickster?” “No. The reason for a Trickster to be born is a mystery unto itself. No one knows why we’re suddenly born the way we are, the only indication is that some part of our heritage is Elf related.” “Wait, so your sister?” “Is just a human. That’s why she moved to the Capital, so that she can experience new things and still be safe.”

Maddox’s POV: Caleb and I swung our heads toward Eldric while screeching in unison, “What? How?” Staring into the distance, he nodded very slowly, lost in thought, “A witch.” Caleb frowned in confusion, “I thought you said we burned all the witches loyal to Derek’s regime.” Glancing at him, Eldric answered, “Not them. She’s someone else. Old, powerful, cunning. Air is her element, and her expertise is to track scents…even if they’re decades old.”