Novel & Cerita A Cat From Our World And The Forgotten Witch

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

“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.

"For the high crime of deceiving your Alpha and conspiring to murder a pack member, I sentence you to Soul-Severance." "No! Please!" Cressida scrambled toward me. "I was wrong! I was so wrong!" But my power was already in motion. The silver light engulfed her, beginning to sever the connection between her and her wolf. Her screams echoed through the entire estate. It was a pain worse than death. A wolf who loses their spirit becomes weaker than a human. She would never shift again, never feel the call of the moon, and be forever scorned by all packs. "You are hereby banished from all North American wolf territories," I said coldly, watching her writhe on the ground. "You will survive in the

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

A faint, peppery sting rose into my sinuses. I let a small frown slip right in front of Kane. Then I turned to Selena, eyes wide and guileless. "Selena, did you put Mnemowort rootstock in this potion?" She froze, as if she hadn't expected me to notice. Still, even with her ploy laid bare, not a flicker of panic crossed her face. If anything, she squared her shoulders, righteous as ever. Selena met my eyes, her voice threaded with challenge and pride. "So what if I did? The healer said Mnemowort can rouse an injured wolf and help Kane recall the past. Don't you want Kane to get his memory back, Beta Isla?"

“By witches. These coven had waited… waited for years for a vessel strong enough to use for their mission. That’s why they needed her. She’s in their hold now, Alpha. We didn’t act fast.” Torin’s heart was pounding so hard it hurt. “Then we interrupt it! You’re a high spellcaster. You will find a way. Let’s do anything we can to stop it.” “I… I can’t,” Elira said softly, shame lacing every word. “Her essence is being twisted into something untraceable. Her thread is snapping. Once that happens…” Her words were interrupted by a sudden, jarring mew. Both their heads turned toward the open threshold of the clearing. A sleek black cat stood there, tail flicking with urgency, its bright green eye

Confidence turned to trembling uncertainty after absorbing the message. The sudden shift caught my attention. "Is everything okay?" I inquired. "Yes," she abruptly answered. "Anyway, there's evil amongst us because I just discovered that my parents weren't just working on anything. They were working on another abominable world that has meticulously hidden within ours." "What do you?" A waitress came by and cleared out our table. "There are different worlds away from ours which is the primary one we know of. Predominantly, one of them has been thriving for years and belongs to shifters of all kinds but the most popular are wolves."

She observes, as she blushes a bit. "You have asked me a while ago what I mean by your world. We are really from different worlds. I am not from here. Yes I live in the valley but my world there is a lot different from what you imagine or what other people think they know about the valley." Caspian glances at the willow tree, then to the trail and looks beyond the forest. He wishes he can show Anna everything. It might be easier that way. "I am not an ordinary human being. Remember the first time you saw me under the willow tree? I was surprised that you were able to see me."

"The agony...it's unbearable. The children...and their parents, I remember the pain in my parents' eyes when they left me all those centuries ago. I used to dream of two people, weeping, I never realised who they were until now." Am-Heh was unable to meet his eyes. When he spoke, it was as if his throat was closed, the words hoarse and forced. "I can cease the fire. But the dead can only be returned to the earth by force. It is the irritation of such an incantation. Spirits can banished again, but the shells continue to walk, they have no souls to remove." "And the monsters? The openings?" "The animals will go of their own accord," Am-Heh answered dismissively. "As the atmosphere changes the