Akemi Homura Witch Novels & Stories

"The world in which you have always dreamed for , it's finally happening , everyone knows that I am a witch now and they accepted me, humans and witches and even other creatures live in harmony again just like the old times ,no discrimination whatsoever , isn't that amazing , I know right , "And you remember your close friend Akila the spirit, Goddess of understanding , she's no longer a spirit ,she back to her human self ,she back to her sister and kingdom , she's no longer trapped in her book and she's getting married to her newly found soulmate ,I know you have always wished that for her .

"It's different when she does something for you, but different for us. Why didn't you ask the witches in the pack shifters realm to help you?" She folds her hand over her chest, and gives me an arrogant glare. "Because none of them are as corrupt and dirty minded as the witch." She answers rather plainly, like I should know that. I do know that. The rumor has always been that Akira was once a very powerful witch in the pack shifters realm, until she performed a particular type of magic. After that, I'm not sure if most of the words are as true as they say it to be, but I think her magic led to the death of a very powerful alpha's daughter.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

"They will get answers." "And the pack?" "They will get justice." Kade looked at me and his voice was quiet. "She is a witch." "I know." "She was avenging Salem." "I know." "She is not going to stop." I looked at the dark trees and the falling snow and the sky. "I know," I said. The walk back to the academy was long and the snow was deep and the silence was heavy. I thought about the witch and her black eyes and her sharp smile. I thought about Salem and the betrayal and the wolves who had turned their backs. I thought about Cressida and her dark hair and her dark eyes and the way she looked at me like I was something precious.

When she nodded again, Artemis' composure changed slightly of unsettlement, "You have a Witch with you, do you not?" "We do. She's actually the leader of the coven now. Well, of the Light Witches anyway." Amira said, "But she's never seen or faced off against these things either." "You have killed one, yes?" She asked her. "Yeah, when it was about to eat my Mate." Amira rested a hand over her heart, "He managed to throw a grenade into its..." Amira put her hands together in an attempt to show the Goddess a demonstration of the monster's jaws, "mouth and it exploded."

she laughed excitedly, “He had to have a powerful amulet on him, the one made by witches!” “What do you mean saying “made by witches”?!” I called, nervously. “There is an amulet called “cor inane” which means “empty heart”. It requires any kind of object that is later filled with the power of the witch or even many witches. The amulet is set to devour magic aimed at the amulet's owner. The more witches charge the amulet, the more powerful it becomes. I bet that if it blocked your magic then it had to be charged by someone as powerful as the eldest,” Kira stated confidently.

**AUGUSTUS (quietly)** “She took down the entire wolf pack. Aiden escaped. We don’t know how.” **EMBER** lowered herself into a chair, her hands trembling. **EMBER** “She gave us a chance.” **ASHER** stared at the screen, jaw clenched, unmoving. He remembered the first time Akira had shown him her magic—casually lighting a candle with a snap of her fingers, smirking like it meant nothing. This was not that woman. This was a warrior.

“I'm glad you still love it, child,” “It still tastes like the good times,” I dropped the cup, bringing my attention to the woman before me. At one glance Acacia could easily seem like a witch in her forties, but that was just an illusion from magical spells. The witch before me had lived a very very long life, right before the time of my grandma, Tamara. They had been best friends. Although Cora's mother, Tamara had been a supreme witch, my mother Cora hadn't inherited any of her witch's powers, instead, she had been a pure-blooded wolf, inheriting my grandfather's wolf gene.

He growled louder at the mention of death. He turned away from them and head for the main entrance, with the motionless body of Amaris, held tightly in his hands while I could only watch from his subconsciousness. "You can't do this Adal. You can't go out looking like that. The humans here must not know we exist." Russel tried to plead with him but he's having none of it. "No, they won't. That is why I didn't shift yet." He replied. When you have Alpha blood coursing through your veins, you enjoy more merits than other wolves; strength, power, extensive vision and hearing abilities that surpass that of any other high ranking wolf in the pack, and most importantly, your wolf can make use of y

How does she feel now? "We have joined here this day." A woman stepped forward and lowered her hood. Her short black hair combed neatly to the side. Her dark skin made her purple eyes stand out even more. Janice's daughter, Jelyka Crest. The second strongest Witch alive. "To pass judgement onto our sister, the Dark Witch Karmina." Her voice rang loud and clear through the field. "Do you, Karmina, feel justified in your actions? Justified to go to the extent of using forbidden Magic?" Karmina lifted her head slowly. Her long, tangled black hair fell back from her pale face. Dirt caked her high cheekbones as her gaze leveled with Jelyka's. What would be the point of holding back now? Death was