A Cat From Our World And The Forgotten Witch Novels & Stories

Kitty never thought her life would take such a huge turn and crashed into the magical world just like this... She was an orphan wondering on the street not long ago, and now she was here, inside the grotesque store, and being told that she had a witch mom. How could she never know this before?! Could she really be a secret witch that she didn’t even know? But there was never any sign or unexplainable things happened to her before. "..." After trying all Kitty could imagine as "summon" but to sing some ancient spells that she had no idea how to say, Kitty gave up summoning her "stone", or well, what the old lady called it, "Phosis".

I whispered. Andrew followed my gaze, and his breath caught. "No..." "Yes." Below the altar, deep in the chasm none of us could see with werewolf eyes, something moved. The Veil between our world and the Forgotten Realm thinned. My Sight flickered on, unbidden. And then I saw it. A shape. Tall, terrible, barely formed. Made of ash and memory and blood. The forgotten god. The one they warned us about in prophecies. The one Dorian worshipped in silence.

“What are they?” Elara stepped forward. “The Forgotten.” Her voice barely carried, yet it reached every ear. “They are what remains when power becomes memory. When gods fall, and their echoes find shelter in the bones of the world.” The first creature raised its head. Still faceless, yet its focus was unmistakable — centered on Elara. A voice — not spoken, but planted inside their minds like an old seed awakening — pulsed through them. “We remember you, Daughter of Ash. We remember the pact broken. The blood unspilled. Why have you called us again?”

So long did she gaze into the foggy distance that Merlin wondered if she had forgotten her presence all together and was just about to prompt her once more when she began to speak again. “The first Cottard witch arrived in the New World.......bringing with her a renewed hope, like a beacon of light shining in the darkness. She was feisty, vivacious and larger than life, fearless in the confidence that she wielded a power never before seen and only spoken about in hushed whispers around a roaring fireplace. For the first time in a long and dark while, we felt that finally we had a chance to finally drive back the evil that had long held us fast in its vice-like grip and allow us to return to

“Before I say anything further, I would like to ask you more about why you want to know about witches. What brought up this topic?” “Tyrelle has a witch doctor that helps me recover before. While Tyrelle and I were having lunch earlier this morning, we found this kitten on the brink of dying. I asked Tyrelle if he could contact his witch doctor to help and use one of his potions on her.” I looked down at the cat in my arms, who finally settled down. “If the cat is here, then I assume that the potion worked? The cat lives.” I nodded again. “Thankfully, it lives. But Doctor Kusher told me something. He said that he wasn’t the one who healed the cat. It was me.”

Charlotte asked trying to figure out the reason behind her wolf’s wish. “Just trust me. Write it.” Her wolf snapped. Worried that she’d anger her more, Charlotte quickly put ‘fairies’ below ‘werewolves’ but she didn’t think that they were fairies amongst the species in her. She flipped the pages of the book again after her wolf’s weird behavior. The page opened to that of ‘werecats’. Charlotte was surprised at that. Werecats…huh! There’s no way that this is real, she thought to herself.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.

Thirty. My hair began to turn white, wrinkles formed around my eyes, but my gaze remained as cold as ice. I never stopped missing her. Every night, I dreamed of her smile when she was eighteen. I dreamed of the afternoon she told me she loved me. I dreamed of the despair in her eyes when she left me. I always woke up to a wet pillow. One night, forty years later, the head researcher from the foundation called. "Alpha, we did it. We've developed a cure for Wolf Spirit Decay."