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Roger and Clarke said in unison. “News flash, I am not myself right now,” Miranda gestured, using her thumb to point at herself. Her body was a virgin, but the one she was stuck in was not. “Pure in this case doesn't mean a virgin status,” Lazarus scratched his head. “Why are you scratching your head? That makes me even more worried,” Nigel complained. “Well, the goddess Hecate wrote this book —” He hesitated. “Who's that?” Roger asked. “She's the goddess of witchcraft,” Miranda spoke up. “I read about her in the Vanderwolf's library. She is responsible for creating witchcraft. She is who the witches praise.”

, 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

I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy. I've done my research about red hair but the only clue I have is that I was born as a witch. A red witch, a powerful being in the world. In the books, it had informed me that witches had become extinct for hundreds of years and that a red witch is just a myth. There are still unanswered questions and it's giving me a headache. I should find clues inside the estate since it has a large library. I'm sure I can find other answers in there.

Bertulf was sandwiched amongst the ten men and I knew whatever it was had to do with the little shit. "What did he do now?" I asked in a snarl. “Not him, Alpha, his brother,” Anton started to say. “Don’t call that fool my brother!” Bertulf thundered. I sighed. “We have incoming invaders, sighted in White Bridge. About fifty of them, led by two witches, one wizard and a werewolf we thought could be Vrionis’s beta. … " Aston quickly explained.

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

He walked past the pixies. "They can morph into anything, hence the name, or they can be invisible. All are loyal to the vampire queen, but only a select few can see the creatures when they are in their true form." He stopped in front of a small case. It was only about eight inches square. Inside was what looked like a moth, only it had two yellow eyes, like a cat. Salvatore pulled out the book and took it to the pedestal used for reading. "Appendix D." The old pages flipped to the back of the book.

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery

That explains a lot of books brought to their room. "I see that you're into books, no doubt you were accelerated to the 3rd year," Barbie said with a smile. Jucel's thin lips curled into a small, shy smile. Barbie suddenly leaned towards her and the silver-haired young woman leaned back in surprise. Barbie spoke in a hushed voice. "I saw a book that really caught my attention back in your room. It was entitled 'Identifying Witchcraft'. Can you tell me what was that about?" Jucel's eyes widened and Chloe's eyebrows met as she turned her head to the former girl. "Identifying Witchcraft?" she asked, mimicking Barbie's hush voice as she figured out that it was confidential.

I asked, curiously. “This is the book of the mate. Witches and Wolves, especially Rogues. It tells you here all you need to know about them, and the mate’s bond. Read it as soon as you’re able to, sweetheart. Every question will be answered,” Dad mentioned, handing me the heavy book. I was now curious to see what it was all about. What about Witches and Rogues could I find out? After giving my parents a kiss, I headed back to my room. I held the book against my chest while I opened the door and walked in, locking the door behind me.

“A favor. One I will call upon when the time is right.” I didn’t like the sound of that. A favor from a witch was dangerous—there were too many unknowns. But what choice did I have? I exhaled sharply. “Fine. What do I need to do?” She smiled, satisfied, and turned toward one of the shelves. She plucked a book from the top, its cover worn and cracked, and placed it on the table. “This book holds the knowledge you seek,” she said. “It details a ritual—one that can alter fate itself.”