Innocent Witch の小説・ストーリー

It's true that he should look into this in case another Vampire had caused this mess, but he doubted it. "It was that damn Witch who did this. She killed my baby girl and tore out her heart..." the woman hiccuped. Tore out her heart? Why would the tabloids leave that out? "Witches are genuinely clean beings. Even with something like this, they would've cleaned up after themselves. This Witch you speak of, does your daughter know her?" He asked as he looked around the room. Nothing stood out with the family pictures, large flat screen and absurd statue figurines.

The lead witch stumbled backward, her face a mask of shock and fury. "Fools, do you suppose your revolt will stand against the last wave?" she shrieked. "We don't need to break you, Sama Arthur. We only need to sever your connection with the child!" Suddenly, another sound cut across the battlefield—not chanting, but a low, piercing whistle that rose in pitch. It was on another side, behind the coven. A third witch, perched on a raised rock, played a strange, obsidian flute. When she blew into it, the sound seemed to bypass all material boundaries and reached directly into the mind, a psychic assault designed to baffle and daze.

"This woman used witchcraft to cheat. Arrest her, cancel all her scores, and ban her from the Trials forever." The guards moved toward me, but I sidestepped. "That's just a regular necklace with no witchcraft on it. With this many cameras rolling, you really want to arrest someone without evidence? Think about what that does to the pack's reputation." The Alpha frowned and called in a witchcraft inspector to examine the necklace. The verdict came back clean: an ordinary piece of jewelry with no magic whatsoever. Vivienne went pale. "That's impossible. I saw it with my own—"

Witch! ***

My mother said looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm meeting up with her at The Vista club this weekend," I said adjusting my tie "Do you think she knows about what the family is really into?" She questions me "No she sounds too...innocent they must not want to break her too soon," I said "And I'm guessing you will?" She replied smirking evilly "Definitely besides this could work in our favor, the news only showed her in a mask probably not wanting to reveal her identity as of yet," I said

This burned something in him, something that wasn't there for months. Those nervous, awkward eyes, the way she kept on looking everywhere but no his eyes made something tingle in his chest. This wasn't good, the monster wasn't supposed to be tempted by someone as innocent as her, he was destined to someone like him, someone as merciless and cruel as him then, Why was he so tempted by this unknown enchantress? _____________________________

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

But in the midst of that chaotic tapestry, one image stood out like a beacon of light in the darkness: Agnes. As the silvery glow in her eyes dimmed, Seraphina knew that Agnes had not only regained her powers but had ascended to a level of mastery that was awe-inspiring. She had become a witch of the first order, a title reserved for the most skilled and formidable among their kind. Seraphina's heart swelled with pride and admiration for the young witch. Agnes, who had once been stripped of her magic, had not only reclaimed her abilities but had surpassed all expectations. She had risen like a phoenix from the ashes, stronger and more determined than ever. It was a testament to her resilienc

The people believed that he had been bewitched by his lover, who everyone believed was a witch, though she acted like a werewolf. This has been going on for the past 30 years, until a heinous crime was committed. A witch had killed the child of one of the people. There was proof of it from the people. They had seen her inflict him with the devil’s sickness. Then, when it was brought to the court of Candor, Zais’s son, the evaluator found the witch innocent, even with glaring evidence. The people murmured for weeks. They groaned in pain, but it all fell on deaf ears.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin