Akemi Homura Witch Romane & Geschichten

Acacias warned and although Amelia wanted to shrug her words off, she decided against it as she wasn't ready for the consequences. She closed her eyes hurriedly and when she opened them, she's met with the image of Isabel again. "So you really are a moon spirit huh?" she asked. "Allow me to reintroduce myself Amelia. I am Acacias, daughter of the moon goddess, the creator and decided of fate of every living wolf and werewolf and moon spirit of love and patience. A pleasure meeting you dear," Acacias said, wearing a smile on her face. "To what do I owe the honour of your visit, lady Acacias," Amelia asked.

The nervous smile she had plastered on convinced Satake that she was no threat. "What?" Satake said as he put back the knife. "I said, I do it too. You know, visit my Dad just so I can invoke my anger so you are lot alone or weird." "I don't need your affirmation princess." Satake snarled. His gaze settled on the girl. He immediately took note that she was not a shifter. There was something off about her. "And what the hell are you doing here? You aren't a Crow." A smirk formed on her lips. "I am not a werewolf. I'm a witch."

“Mommy says I can have two pieces. Or three, if I’m very quiet at the ceremony.” “That is a good bargain.” Luna Aiko grinned “Can you do magic with paper?” Sophie asked curiously. Aiko smiled. “Origami? I can. Would you like a butterfly?” she folded a paper butterfly in seconds and tucked it behind Sophie’s ear. The child beamed. ******************* The next stop was Alpha Amara, the sole female Alpha, a quiet force of nature. Sophie stared at her with wide eyes. “You’re a girl alpha?” she asked in awe.

She was afraid that something would happen to her senior. Before she knew it, the members of the Witches Brigade had finished their ‘ritual’. Now two of them were standing on the left and right ends of the Angke powder. Both of them then raised their hands up. “The incantation will begin soon,” Lena said. The two magical girls took a breath before chanting the incantation together. “O sacred grains from the belly of the great Kamina...” WHOOSHHH Right after they started chanting the incantation, the Angke powder suddenly emitted a whitish blue light. This immediately surprised the people who saw it.

She repeated, her voice turning into a whisper. " If the witches are long exterminated by the gods as you said, then why is a grim reaper after the Luna's life?" Akira expressed her thought with a puzzled look, her pupils dilating as if they had been struck by lightening! " Are you sure all the witches were exterminated by the gods?! If not, this only means an existing witch is after the Luna's life!" *Boom!* The realization hit them like a lightening bolt, and for a moment, they couldn't react.

Or why are we able to do that? Akil breathes slowly, as he answers me, “I don’t know anything about the images, but why are we able to do that, it’s because of Haidar’s curse, which not only has to do with him not wanting to share Aika, but also has to do with the magic of Hecate.” I frown as I say, “Hecate? What does that witch goddess have to do with all this?” He huffs as he says, “EVERYTHING! SHE HAS TO DO WITH EVERYTHING!”

She knew she couldn't use her magic since the dragons were near, but they were standing inside the very Temple of the Supernatural and there anything was possible. Iris didn't need veritaspell to tell her that the young witch was telling the truth. She was grieving, but these were times of war and grief was in the air. So she didn't waste her time on chit-chat and went straight to the point. Standing tall, she spoke confidently to the witches, even dragons could hear everything from the outside. "I am Iris McBlaze, previously Iris Hanson, the so-called adopted sister of your so-called ally Akuma Waai."

She took them to the large space and they stood there in silence, looking at each other. "Whose palm am I using?" The witch queen broke the silence and Alexia took Lucian's palm and drew it closer to the witch queen. Amanda took the large palm in the little one and sighed deeply, closing her eyes, she started to run her fingers all over Lucian's palm, chanting strange words. A spell. The connection didn't take long to complete and she could see the images. A headless lycan, another headless lycan, a group of chanting Lycans. And the connection broke.

I can see funny quizzical faces wondering at the magic that just occurred, but I don’t say anything as I begin to hear Welma’s voice again. “I just erected an isolation spell so no outsider will listen into the conversation” She informs us indifferently, sitting down on the single sofa. Before anyone can inquire about that, she speaks, “Yes, I’m not an ordinary human. I’m a Witch.” She enforces silence with her revelation just now, getting into a serious mood to address us. “You already know of Mari’s special identity, but you’ve yet to know the extent her powers span. The flames she wields are nothing peculiar, but there’s a crucial exception- the black flames.”

"Do not speak. The magic is still waking up inside you. It will hurt if you fight it." Pain exploded in my back where the wings had come out. I gasped and grabbed onto the warrior holding me. My vision went in and out. One second I saw the red moon. The next I saw nothing but darkness and moving shadows. "Why are you helping me?" I managed to ask between breaths. "Because you are the one we have waited for," the warrior said. His voice was calm but urgent. "The Forbidden Witch. The one who carries the old blood. Now hold on. This next part will not be gentle."