Romans & histoires Mulan Witch

The song coming from them sent shivers down her spine. The Chief witch stood up slowly and spread out her hands and the music stopped immediately. "Thank you." She whispered bowing, the witches of the circles bowed back and disappeared one after the other with each of them turning to cast a glance at Emily before vanishing. "Welcome, Moon Witch to the Scarlet Coven of the Zealot Clan." The chief witch said, her voice sounding almost musical. "Five circles?" Emily blurted out, still staring at the space where the witches had been.

"Yes." "She is not fighting. She is directing." "Yes." "She is the reason the wolves won." I stared at the mural and my hands were shaking. "She is the reason the witches lost." "The witches?" "She betrayed them. She turned on them. She led the wolves to their hiding places and watched them burn." Kade's face was pale. "Who is she?" "I do not know." "She looks like Cressida." "She is not Cressida." "Then who is she?"

His calm and confident demeanor seemed to reassure the witches, and they slowly nodded in agreement, trusting in the Silver Wizard's ability to handle the situation. The Silver Wizard, accompanied by three other powerful witches, ventured into the forest to investigate the strange happenings. As they walked, their senses on high alert, they stumbled upon a figure resting under a tree. The Silver Wizard's eyes widened as he sensed the person's injuries, and he quickly rushed to their side. As they drew closer, they were startled to see that it was a young girl, no more than twenty years old, who looked like she had been through a lot. Her clothes were tattered, her hair was disheveled, and he

The wolves behind me growled in a warning: One wrong move against their alpha and they’d rip me to shreds. “So she is part of your pack?” “Yes.” “No!” Marcus and I shouted at the same time, glaring at one another with a hatred I could barely describe. “Oh Elise,” the mothering voice from earlier murmured softly and sympathetically. I cursed myself for not having recognised it before and for not having thought of the possibility that she might have been tracking me too. With dark auburn hair, braided and flowing down her back, and blue eyes glazed with a cold and calculating light, the New Moon’s witch, Melanie, dismounted from a wolf and began her steps towards them.

“Oh, how dramatic. What a show you witches put on. Careful, Melinda… you might impress me yet.” “Shut up, Lucius,” Valerius said without looking at him, his eyes fixed on the witches. Melinda ignored both men. She knelt, touching her fingertips to the cold chest of one of the dead intruders. “Hold the circle,” she instructed. “Do not break it, no matter what you hear. Fragments of memory can claw back. They don’t always like being seen.” Zoe and Diana moved into position. Together, the three witches began to chant. The words weren’t English, older, rougher, a language that scraped against Chloe’s skin like sandpaper. The candles flared, their flames bending inward, as though sucked toward th

But there was only one thing I hated about her. "Elle, meet Alpha Hansel of White Rose Pack." He gestured and she courteously smiled at me. One would easily tell she was shy but I kept quiet regardless. "Isn't she beautiful, Alpha Hansel?" She asked. "I must say, she is. But then again, she's a Witch!" I blurted in disgust. "This Witch is different, she's my personal pet. The best of the best," he gave me a knowing look. "I'm sure you've had a long journey, she can help ease your stress, you know." He winked. "Right Elle?" She nodded nervously.

They bristled, their tails tucking between their legs as the air grew freezing cold. "Kill him!" The largest wolf roared, as if trying to break the spell of fear. All seven lunged at once, jumping over me as they hurtled towards the man in the mist. The man didn't flinch, instead a blade appeared in his hand, a silver flash that moved faster than the eye could follow. Two wolves were gutted even before they landed. Then, with a roar that shook the very earth making me whimper as I held onto the ground, he launched himself into the air. Mid-flight his skin tore and reshaped, his bones snapping into place as a massive, obsidian black wolf slammed into the remaining pack tearing them bits by bi

“We don’t want to take any chances. And I would hate to have to do anything to harm you, my child. Go with the others and make sure you come back alive. We have much to talk about.” I wasn’t planning on dying tonight. These witches weren’t weak like the rogues. They were faster, larger in numbers, and stronger. I witnessed where their strength came from as Marcella walked out holding a wooden torch with its bright flame crackling. As she got closer, I noticed fur between the flames, and realized that she had set the scalp on fire. The scalp remained seemingly unharmed, except for a grey belt of smoke that escaped the fire, like smoke, only much darker.

Humiliated and Heartbroken hunchback Adrian gifted Mariana a farewell gift which was a pure silk red colored gown embellished with ocean pearl, Marian immediately became obsessed with that gown and she wore it however from that very time she felt weird changes in her body, by next sunrise her entire body got covered in boils, soon her boils started bleeding, and she got bed ridden, hearing this incident my grandmother quickly mentioned that Adrian was indeed a ‘Warlock’, A warlock is a male practitioner of witchcraft, she also scolded Mariana parents for her ill upbringing, Marianna parents begged grandmother to heel their daughter however grandmother only promised to help if they give her p