Akemi Homura Witch Novels & Stories

My face turns beet red. “He’s not my boyfriend...” “Not now, but the roses have spoken you two will be together.” Raina has this thing she does where the roses talk to her. It's a common trait in Botany witches said to be born of the earth. Iris has similar gifts but spends her time with boys instead of mastering her craft. At the mention of her Raina's roses, my heart skips a beat, but then I sink. “Yeah, well, tell him that. Keira has always been said to be his mate, and Xavier isn’t going to change that to pick some witch and give up any of his power.”

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.

His voice growled, cold and commanding. "You won't tell her," Ace said icily, a cold threat latent in his tone. "If she ever discovers what you told me — if she ever gets wind of Amelia's death — it will be over. You understand?" The image of the witch trembled, clutching her shawl in front of her. "But she is entitled to know," she sobbed quietly. "That was her sister! She is entitled to—" Ace's eyes blazed. Dark energy erupted from his palms and constricted the witch's neck.

She said. Akira looked at her and nodded. “I understand my Queen.” She said, “Her wolf is mine, witch. Begin the chant.” The Queen said. Suddenly Keira began to whimper in a weak voice, her hands shaking, her eyes fluttering, She slowly opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of the silver knife in the witch’s hand. “No…” she whispered, her voice breaking, her legs trying to fight against the straps. “What… what are you doing?” She asked her voice shaking.

"Are you crazy? You're going to kill her." "It should have killed you too, but it didn't." Cara replied nonchalantly. "That's because I'm a priestess." Shota blurted. "Nimueh is a witch. The effect of the aconite would be fatal to her." Her words made Cara and Bishop pause. They looked at each other, and then exchanged a knowing smile. "So what you're saying is, you're not a witch." Cara said with a smile. "Nimueh is the witch."

She fucking asked AJ to stay with her, what is she going to get out of the war between the witches and the wizard? Doesn't she want peace? I sunk my teeth into the maid's neck and fed from her, even though it didn't satisfy my insatiable taste like a human would, I just kept feeding till I could feel her pulse weakened. Such a fucking waste of sperm. I pushed her away, making her have a strong impact on the wall before she fell to the ground. Without even thinking about the pain, she scrambled off the floor and fled away. I needed to tell that wizard I wouldn't go along with the plan again, now I got to know from my Intel that they would soon start preparing for their mating ceremony and I w

The commander acknowledges the warning, acknowledging the danger that lurks in the presence of this witch. The commander then shares a chilling revelation. He informs Lucien about the witch, who is a powerful and age-old witch, about a thousand years old who has been wreaking havoc by abducting children from within the pack. The witch, despite her outward beauty, possesses supernatural abilities that allow her to subdue and neutralize the inherent powers of werewolves. It is a disheartening realization that their supernatural strengths are rendered useless against this formidable adversary. The commander goes on to explain that only a normal man armed with assault rifles stands a chance agai

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

' 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.

I ask. "Look over there," he said, pointing to a rather thin blond woman smiling. Her champagne colored gown was fitted tightly around her, her blond curls in a tight bun and she had the most reddest lipstick shade I had ever seen. She looked like royalty. She’s Lucia, she’s the head witch of the Order of Hecate. She’s said to be the oldest witch alive. She never attends any gathering except when she thinks there might be a few potential allies to her cause.