Witches Steps の小説・ストーリー

I could see two dark witches emerge from inside the house. The sight of them made my stomach twist in knots. They had long greasy black hair and their skin was nearly gray. Clothes torn to hell with long nails, eyes darker than the night without a moon. They looked around before disappearing. What the hell? They can teleport too? This could turn into a bad situation if we get caught. "What's the plan?" Emma asked "I say we bum rush the next few that show up." Collin said, I mentally rolled my eyes. "We could but we can't take them back to the territory, we really need to get in there and see what they have planned." Stephen replied. "Should we go in one group at a time?" Stefanie asked. "It

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

Without another word, the five witches accompanying them, Letira and Corvus, stepped forward. "We require an undisturbed area," Letira, the leader of the witches announced. Novak gestured towards a clearing a few paces away. "Let's give them some space." They moved swiftly, while Letira lay down intricate patterns of woven branches and leaves. Corvus, her assistant, produced a small pouch and began chanting a low, guttural melody, the other three witches chanting along with her. Minutes turned into a tense silence broken only by the soft murmur of the witches' chants. Letira's hands moved with practiced ease, sprinkling a fine, iridescent powder over the woven pattern.

The massive screen behind the main stage suddenly went black. The noisy crowd fell silent. Every werewolf in the hall lifted their gazes toward the platform. Drew snarled at me. "Freya, what are you playing at now?" I ignored him. The screen lit up again. A dimly lit healer's den appeared. Lisa stood in the center of the room. A werewolf was kneeling at her feet. Pinned to his chest was the insignia of the Beta of Black Wood Pack.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

"Yep. Understood." "Good. Now, go upstairs and change. I guess you've gone tired, so do rest. The alpha and I will be walking in the garden." "Yes, mom. Love you," I said and kissed her cheek before walking upstairs to my room. Some unmated wolves who were living in the alpha house walked past me. They were around my age and a little older. They're probably living on the third and fourth floor. Some girls sneered when I walked past them. "Hey. Aurora, right?" said one of the boys. He looks a little older than me.

He stepped down and moved closer to the girl with the same face as mine. He became furious. He then ordered for the fifth person to be taken back and for the ceremony to start . It was almost full moon, Drums beat began and the witch stepped forward and started a ritual dance after which she drew the blood of each person to be sacrificed into a bowl with a slit on the palm. She moved towards me and slit my wrist too. She whispered to me “your fight has begun” she then placed the bowl over an altar and continued saying some rites. The ritual was complete, it was time for the slaughter.

They moved Barbara's body from the Healing Room outside of the base. Not far from the base, there is a cave mouth that is not that big. Thirteen witches and several other people involved, including Barbara, entered the cave. The place led to the underground cave. They had to pass sixty-six slippery steps and struggled not to slip over it. The thirteen witches who led the way looked like strange shadows beneath their black batik robes, while the others were wearing only suits and such, although they were both black colored. The two men behind the thirteen witches looked extremely cautious as they descended the stairs with the open coffin slung over their shoulders.

“You will never find your way out if you ascend the stairs.” “How will we find Willow?” I ask as we walk toward the tower. “Willow will find us,” Petra says coolly. The four witches stand with their shoulders touching as they approach the tower. Each one of them is mumbling something under their breath, but it isn't the same thing. They stop just shy of the front door, seemingly unable to go any farther. They clasp hands with one another, creating a circle. Their wild chants become louder and more fierce the longer they hold hands.

Streams crept out of the ground, wrapping women's feet, and others formed out of nowhere, as if arriving with a breath of wind, lifting and holding golden strands in the air. “This place suits us,” the witch said in a voice that was not her own. Low, vibrating, in every sound of which there was power. “Take it,” she ordered. She followed the steps in silence. She drew a magic circle using small grains, arranged the candles, and finally said: “You should be the one to set them on fire. The witch no longer walked: she moved above the ground. Taking the hand, Mila led the demon in a circle, the candles flared up one after another, painting the clearing with raging shadows.