Akemi Homura Witch Novels & Stories

Lily eased up as she looked from each face. "My name is Willow, I'm a Light Witch." The dark skinned woman introduced herself, gesturing to Dante, "You know Dante already. The Hunter is Amira, and the Alpha is Aiden. The woman beside Zalakai is Rayleigh, she's an Exorcist." Willow introduced the group. "Amira and Rayleigh belong to the same organization, they just cover different fields of work." Dante filled them in. Lily pressed her hand to her forehead as she tried to process everything.

' By saying this, Artemis closed the mindlink and looked at his mate before speaking. “Sorry. My guards sensed your presence." "Oh!!" "So, where were we? Yes, But I have heard that witches are born with power.” “Well, I’m that witch who doesn’t have their own power. I depend on external sources for my power. And my talismans…” She said, pointing toward her pendant. “...it stores my power.” She added. “See, like there are two types of wolves in werewolves community, pack wolf and rouge wolf.” Artemis nodded his head understanding this example.

Leto pouted a bit at that. "You were not exactly easy on the creation of her, remember? I gave her a blessing as a gift as well, if I recall correctly." Hecate drummed her fingers gently along the serpent's head. Its eyes slowly fell shut. "A protection spell if I remember correctly, but if this Karmina being has taken notice of her, I would say the spell is wearing thin by now." Leto told her. The Wolf raised its head suddenly, its ears twitching as its attention swiveled behind them. Several more Wolves approached, a mix of grey and brown mingled as another woman stepped forward. A bow rested across her back, a quiver strapped to her thigh. Her dark brown hair was braided and draped over h

Witches sometimes do that to help their children lead normal lives. Kamryn's findings left me astounded. And I remembered seeing his eyes glowing orange. A witch with a fire element have their eyes turn orange when their bodies prepare themselves for an attack or when they experience extreme emotions. He belonged to Pyra witches; those who could control fire and generally they were extremely strong. 'Which ancestry?' I asked, trying to control the anger that was trying to get the best of me. 'Wamlisia,' Kamryn sounded grim and I tensed in my posture.

, Samara laughed as she stood up pressing herself against the wall. "You will stop that spell! Or I'll make you", Mykel growled as he took a step further. His beta and zetas were still in their wolf form ready to attack on their Alpha's command. Clyde examined the witch from head to toe. She was young, maybe around the same age as Lina. Her hair had a orange tint to it and her eyes were dark purple. To Clyde she seemed a bit familiar but he had to be mistaken. He had never encountered a witch before but there was something about her that he couldn't figure out.

A tear tracked down his cheek as together in the memory we bent to kiss Ahbi's forehead just before Pagomaris stormed in. Ameline did this, Dad, I sent as we surfaced. "She even told me she planned it." I stammered my way through telling him about the email, words choked around a throat so tight I thought I'd lose my ability to speak any moment. "This is all my fault." "But how did she cross?" Dad shook his head. "If it was Ameline, she needed a demon form to enter, Syd." "She found a way." I was certain of it. There was no other explanation, not after what Ahbi told me about witch magic. "She's obsessed with becoming maji."

Ignoring the fear and anxiety that came with such a heavy demand, Helena nodded her face solemn and open. "I swear on my life." "Then, Helena Feryp, daughter of Lumen Lunae, soon to be Helena Damon, Luna of Blood Moon, we offer ourselves in service to you and welcome you to our humble pack, Blood Moon." They all bowed, heads tilted in respect. Helena was well aware of the protocol for these things and despite knowing it was not necessary as she was their future Luna, she returned their bow with one of her own, honoured that they would give someone like her a chance when so many found her disability an inexcusable sin.

One hand closed around the witch’s throat. She spoke ancient words I had no idea what they meant. The witch clawed at Amara’s wrist, her feet lifting from the ground. Amara’s hands glowed brighter and the witch screamed in agony. “Please—” she tried to beg. Amara’s gaze hardened. Her other hand lifted slowly, and she tightened her fist. The witch’s mouth sealed shut. The witch struggled, eyes bulging in terror as the air around her burned. Cracks of energy split through her body, and then she turned into dust.

"We call it Agemia. It's used for easy possession of a body by a witch. Easy targets are people who are hurting, grieving, or going through any sort of emotional trauma." There is black and red slime splattered all over Temica as she turns and smiles at me. "Your mate is free now, Luna."

“They speak English too.” Taking Arkyn from me, we walk to where her sisters stood with gentle smiles on their faces. Both of them nearly melt at the sleeping baby in Umiko’s arms and proceed to coo and fuss over the bundle. After what she told me her sisters have been through at the hands of the anti-reproductive spell, I can understand why they would react this way. But then the smile slips from Homura’s face when she touches Arkyn’s cheek, it was quick, but I caught it. Didn’t Umiko say that this woman is a witch? What the fuck did she feel when she touched my son?