Romans & histoires Gemini Witch

James hesitated for some time as I waited patiently besides him to know the truth, he looked into my eyes innocently and started speaking "I am a Vampire." He was shocked at my reaction because he had expected that I would be scared but I just nodded and waited for him to complete "You are not shocked." I smileed and looked into his eyes "If I know about Cameron then it is obvious I know about vampires." He was taken aback "How do you know so much, who are you." I took in a deep breath "I am a witch and for now I can only tell you this." He stammered as he tried to gain what I said "Witch"

"JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!!" I close my eyes as I rush through my sentence. "Imawitch!" Damian looks dumbfounded. "What?" "What she is trying to say is that she is a witch. I'm her oh so loving witch's companion. Although from what we understand only certain people like her family can hear me talk. As to why you can hear me, I have no idea." Binx says as he walks over to Damian. He hops up on a rock, holding his front paw out. "Name's Binx by the way." Damian just stares at Binx's paw before looking back at me.

the chief priest said, “luckily for us, Emelda is not an ordinary human. She is a hybrid and one part of her is a witch, a very strong witch.” “I can feel her spirit everywhere around us and I believe that her grandmother if brought in here, can feel it too. And so, Yemanja will be able to connect with Emelda’s spirit, and together, they can push back on the force from the Silver lake witches.” He finished. “So why don't we get another witch to connect to Emelda’s spirit then? Why does it have to be Yemanja?” Darius asked.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” “Why does it matter? That happened a long time ago and has nothing to do with what’s going on now?” “Perhaps not completely, but trust me mother, I suspect the events of that night might have some influence on what’s going on now. Please, tell me what happened that night?” “How so?” Elijah asked with a shrug and giving Joel a look like he’d gone crazy. “I’ll explain once Mom tells me about that night.” “Well, if you’re sure,” his mom said, not sounding too sure herself. “Back then, relations with witches weren’t so estranged, and there was a witch that used to work with the pack. Her name was Cordelia Palmer, she was a goddess blessed witch —”

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Then, Damion enters the room. “Did you find anything?” says Adeline before anyone else could say anything. “Yes and no.” He narrates what his grandmother told him about the Junta and the original witch. “So, the Junta is useless now,” says Tyrus “what is this original witch called? I mean her descendants?” “It has to be a female witch of the Serafina lineage.” “What?!” Lilia exclaims. “What happened? Do you know someone with that name?” Asks Damion.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

"Do not speak. The magic is still waking up inside you. It will hurt if you fight it." Pain exploded in my back where the wings had come out. I gasped and grabbed onto the warrior holding me. My vision went in and out. One second I saw the red moon. The next I saw nothing but darkness and moving shadows. "Why are you helping me?" I managed to ask between breaths. "Because you are the one we have waited for," the warrior said. His voice was calm but urgent. "The Forbidden Witch. The one who carries the old blood. Now hold on. This next part will not be gentle."