Are The Witches In Wicked Sisters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on. “We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.”

A cruel smile spread across her face. “Today is your lucky day,” she purred, dragging a long, yellowed nail down my jawline. “I don’t feel like eating you… But your friend—” her gaze flicked toward Beth, who was frozen in horror at the foot of the basement stairs, “—she’s definitely on my menu tonight.” My eyes widened. “No! Please!” I begged. The witch only laughed, a bone-chilling cackle that echoed off the stone walls. And then—she vanished, her form melting into the darkness like smoke.

said the witch with short blue hair and cobalt eyes, which narrowed and glared at the three girls standing on the ground. "Count yourself lucky for today, but remember, a witch never forgets a grudge! You three have officially made it on our pest list. So be on the lookout as pure torture awaits you~!" A cruel smirk marred her attractive face as her other two sisters laughed. With a snap of her fingers, the three witches disappeared from out of sight. "Well, that didn't sound good." Sasha was the first to break the silence. Following next was a series of footsteps coming their way.

She assisted by communicating the information her sisters received from the spirit of the land to the people of the region. The world around the three changed as they found their magical gifts from their witch heritage and the powers the Moon Goddess gave them. The white, black, and red wolf sisters went down into the local lore within their lifetime. For these three are from a line of ancient witches and wolves that makes history happen. Or so their mother told them. Was everything perfect in their world? No. There’s a monster out there somewhere. There’s also, one sister still who must find her mate.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

She got up. “Now…” She shouted. And in a moment, the warriors acted as if they were instructed by Rebecca. Hundreds of the wolves of The Royal Moon Pack joined the fight in defending their pack. Wolf Alpha didn’t understand what happened! He was looking at his wolves getting killed. Simon, Julie, and Jacob came out of hiding with their groups and attacked them. Rebecca pushed throw the crowd.

I snapped, using my Alpha voice. "Did it not, Alpha? Have you not broken the bond between you and your ex-wives?" the oldest and most powerful of the witches voice broke through the tense atmosphere and I dropped the witch that I was holding before I turned to glare at the oldest witch sister as she stood in the doorway. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. The rest of the sisters rushed to her side, laughing maniacally and whimpering as they cowered behind her, away from the angry werewolf Alpha.

The doctor continued on to fetch her helpers. Slipping into the examination room, she found Louella lying peacefully on the table. Hearing someone enter, Louella rolled her head to the side and slowly opened her eyes. “Well, if it isn’t my long lost crazy sister,” she said lazily. “How’d you manage to escape the witch burning?” “You and I both know that we’re not true sisters,” Davina said. She was surprised at the amount of anger and hate she suddenly felt. “So, you also know that I’m a powerful witch.”

But I immediately suppressed the strange feeling and instead turned my attention to what he said. “Misunderstanding? You were there to take Maya. There's no misunderstanding in that,” I said. I took my hand back warningly and went straight to the other room where he said Maya was. But before I entered the room, I heard the two guys whispering and arguing at each other. “Elemental witches are crazy. There’s no way you could reason out with the likes of them, ” said the guys with blue hair. “Tsk. Stop generalizing them. Not all of them are like your witch,” the dark-eyed man replied in annoyance.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla