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

Would doom Silvermoon pack to punishment for harboring us. We were trapped by consequences rather than power. Then the Forgotten arrived. Seventeen thousand consciousness entities materialized simultaneously, their presence making reality groan under the weight. They had followed us back from the Source, still seeking revenge for our interference with their rewrite. "Stand aside, Council enforcers," the first Forgotten commanded. "These three are ours to punish. They freed us from erasure, then prevented our righteous rewrite of reality. That debt must be answered." "They are Council prisoners," the enforcer leader protested. "You have no jurisdiction—"

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The fortress is no longer a fortress—it’s a *nexus*. The oak’s roots have grown beyond the crystalline forest, threading through the fabric of reality itself. The flowers bloom in every color imaginable, their petals shimmering with fragments of timelines both lived and unlived. The Forgotten who remain have become something else entirely—guardians, gardeners, or perhaps prisoners. Their mutations have stabilized, but their eyes hold a distant, almost reverent glow. They call the oak **the Worldheart** now, and they speak of it in whispers, as if afraid it might hear.

“Well, it was either this or curse him with immortality and bury him alive in an undisclosed location. I thought the cat was a kinder option. Though I did call the vet on the way here and schedule a neuter for next Tuesday.” “You’re joking.” “I turned my brother into a cat.” I put my head in my hands. “I didn’t mean to, and I don’t know how to change him back. I told you. I did something bad.” Eliza looks at me, gaze unwavering. “Fucking witches. Of all the fucking humans in this fucking city, my maker has to fall for a fucking witch.” “Sorry?” I push my hair back. “If it’s any consolation, I fell hard for him too.”

When I said that, he looked at me with a terrifying gaze that made me want to take back my words, but remembering my little cat who was already dead, I didn't back down. "Haha! You're right. We are outsiders and all we know is to hurt. That's why I killed the witch who lived with you as your cat. Now I think, maybe it was really a mistake. I shouldn't have helped you, but I couldn't help myself," he said, spitting the words at my face. I couldn't believe what he was saying and turned to see where my cat was, and was shocked by what I saw. Lying on the floor was a woman who looked human, but she had long claws.

She gave Salem a toothy smile as she scratched his chin and he raised it up, purring as a sign of affection. A 500 year old cat. I wondered how much magic she had fed him with to make him still be as strong as he was. He didn’t look old. He was still strong and agile from what I could see. After we were done touring the maze of daisies and we were on our way back, we noticed a stumble in the realm. The realm had started to experience the unbalance already. We looked at each other and already knew what we had to do now. I thought it was going to take longer but apparently, I was wrong.

“I know you are a business owner here and you don’t sell yourself as a witch to the general public. But would you be willing to help us film the destruction of this and have you explain what’s happening? Explain the science and the magical lore behind what’s happening?” “If you mean why the witches of old would destroy something like that outside? I guess.” Everyone heard a growl come from the back room of the shop. “Not your problem. Stay out of it peanut gallery. Don’t mind him. He hates it when I do things to call attention to us.” A dark tabby cat jumped up on the counter and made himself comfortable in a rather plush cat bed beside the cash register. Before the cat settled, he noticed t

The little housewife clung to the witch's slender leg. “Don’t be impudent and get off me,” she stomped. The old man jumped down gently, stood on all fours and turned into a gray cat. - I allow you to live with me. My house without a master, you will not have disputes. - The cat walked between the legs, caressing and purring. “I allow you for a while,” the witch clarified. Domovik no longer listened to threats and lamentations. He rejoiced and did not believe his luck: instead of ordinary people, he had a witch as his master. Yes, not simple, but thunderous - spontaneous, it’s all his familiar house-buildings that will go crazy with envy. The witch opened the door and threw out the cat with t