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“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

Haley was the root of the menace, she was the root of all evil. The smoky tendrils lashed out. “Penny!” Brishor shouted when he saw her. “You must control!” But his voice didn’t reach her. Through those flames, Penny only saw one person—Haley. Brishor and Angus backed off from Haley. Haley was in the midst of throwing a spell on Brishor when she heard noise of strong gusts of wind. She turned around and her eyes became wide with shock. Penny’s golden hair was blowing in the air behind her. All she could see was her neck and face and those orange eyes, which were burning with fire. The gray smoke was swirling around her and it was lashing out like whips in all directions. In the moonlight, sh

Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found. "Why Latin?" said Vasilisa. "Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said. "Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked. "He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled. "Why haven't I heard of him before?" "Because he's probably in another crazier universe than this, that's why," Cassandra interrupted. "If you want old, there's plenty of languages older than Latin," Vasilisa said to Ruslan.

"Honey? Why are you so disheveled? This isn't like you at all..." That casual remark completely broke me. The happiness I had stolen was slowly destroying me. One day, my nightmare came true. Lilian used her tongue to trade for the Love Potion's antidote from a witch on the black market. The moment the effect wore off, I watched the affection vanish from Jason's eyes, replaced by pure, bone-deep disgust. "Brenda, you make me sick!" he growled. The Love Potion could fake love, but it could never fake hatred.

We were a weapon. And we were ready. Headmistress Morwen sat on her chair, her fingers trembling around a silver chalice. Across her, the air twisted—and Harry stepped through, not from the door, but from the dark itself. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He only stared at her. “Why couldn't you stop her from performing the ritual?" He finally asked. Harry stepped forward, his boots silent on the stone. “You think she is the threat?” “She’s unstable,” Headmistress Morwen said. “Her power is growing beyond containment. Without the bond, she’s a wildfire with no boundaries. And you know what happens when that kind of power is unleashed.”

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Her arms were also at her back, and I could smell that she was poisoned with wolf’s bane and crimson lotus extract. I gasped when I realized that it was really Bloodbury’s student vice president! The one who is always glaring at me when Leo’s hanging out with us. Thought I just misheard or misremembered. Wait.. “She.. she’s also a half witch?” I gaped, and Hatchett didn’t answer me and straight up grabbed Yen’s hair. She was shaking her whole body as she kicked Hatchett. Why didn’t I fight back like that? This girl actually rocks! She didn’t make it easy for Hatchett to restrain her.

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."