Scheming Mistress

‘Tell her Esmeralda’s daughter will bring her the head of her coven’s greatest enemy. The Beast King.’

Eloise sprung apart from her, her eyes wide with astonishment.

The brutality that ensued on the Sarng Tribe about eighty years ago by the beasts, was still a fresh memory for witches. Witches weren't always despised or had to hide like this.

The Sarang Tribe was a traveling tribe. Their current barrier city was once an open house of knowledge to all, a treasure for scholars. Though there was a certain dislike for each other, witches and Beasts lived with a mutual understanding but when the previous King took over he made a sport out of hunting witches.

Thousands of witches fell victim to his campaign, he almost annihilated them and sold the orphaned children as slaves. Eloise's own mother was a victim.

If the witches' elders hadn't sacrificed themselves to build that Barrier, they would have perished and their knowledge dispersed.

“Princess!” She shrieked, catching the eyes of