Bewitched Branch 소설 & 이야기

A scream erupts from deep inside my chest as Shantel injects me with something, and I try to cover my mouth, I am screaming, no I'm shouting but the words are muffled, lost amongst the screams. Suddenly, I am shoved roughly aside, "You haven't seen a thing." Shantel hisses, and I look over at her, her eyes are glimmering brightly, a small smile forms on her lips and she turns around, dragging me by my hair again. I hear the snap of branches as the trees fall. My lungs burn, my breath rattles and my eyes fill with water, "Please..." I beg quietly to Shantel and the witch. As the sounds and smells fade away I lose consciousness.

Inside the vortex, you can see a large tree standing tall and challenging. The tree has lush leaves and looks both beautiful and scary at the same time. Moreover, the shadow is large, as if covering the Earth with its long branches. Morgan who saw that was stunned, it was a naitura tree and how could it be seen on this despicable Earth? When one of the deserters wanted to escape from the vortex, one of the branches of Naitura chased him and pulled the ash-winged angel. With slow motion, the branch tucked into the middle of the thick leaves. It was as if he was stuffing food in and gobbling it up. The sound of 'sharps', bones crunching, and the smell of burnt immediately fills the senses. Thi

Flameheart A grand ceremony was held to celebrate my victory over Ambrosia, and the atmosphere crackled with excitement and reverence. The air was thick with anticipation as beings of all kinds gathered under the twilight sky, their diverse forms shimmering in the fading light. Witches in flowing robes, vampires with their elegant demeanor, and shifters radiating raw energy filled the clearing, creating a vibrant tapestry of unity. Lanterns adorned with intricate designs hung from trees, casting a warm glow that illuminated the faces of the gathered crowd.

The witch looked at the crone. "Good luck, please make sure you'll return." The witch said. A portal opened, and a shiny light made the crone blinded. Lucifer took a timer with flame symbols. The crone made her way to the portal. A magical tree stood upon her. She was amazed at what she saw. She ran to the tree and cut a branch with a knife. The water-like liquid slowly showed up and she catches it with her bowl. The crone smiled at the liquid. It's the tree's resin.

“Fuck, Azazel, help her.” He nods his head and walks to Creighton’s table with a purposeful look. “She’s a Breija, Creighton. Does that affect how she views the book?” Creighton’s head snaps up at his words and arches a brow. “I’m trying, you wanker. Just give me a minute to think.” He looks at the book again, then looks back up. “Shit, that’s it! The book is a powerful tome that was enchanted by witches. In the past, witches enchanted books to keep other witches from their magic. Your Breija is magical. The book must have seen her as a threat and spelled her. Perhaps if we divert some of her magic to the book, we can cast her out of the spell.” He looks around for a few more d

He moved my shirt aside exposing my neck and then his warm breath hit my skin, he sniffed at it as he spoke "It's been a long time and I still remember how you taste, I could never find anything better and the wonderful odour that you have is so inviting." Goosebumps rose on my skin and I knew he was gonna bite me so my eyes closed themselves in fear. I began to panic at first but then I took in a deep breath to relax myself then I reminded myself that I was a witch with this thought I opened my eyes and snapped my fingers and with that he was on the floor away from me. I took this opportunity and began to run towards my car at the fastest speed I could but I could not make it too far becaus

There was no way Eira wanted to see them tear into the innocent animal and thus she padded softly to the groove of Bloodivy trees. There were so many around. She hadn't noticed it before but the witch estimated there was at least fifty if not more. Humongous and frightening they seemed but she moved closer anyway, bewitched by their dark beauty. The leaves appeared to glow in the moonlight. She sensed the magic in them. It raised a tingly sensation over her neck where her ugly birthmark was scrawled into her skin, shaped like a bird. When her hand reached up to touch the black trunk of one of the tree, a growl echoed behind her.

The lead witch stumbled backward, her face a mask of shock and fury. "Fools, do you suppose your revolt will stand against the last wave?" she shrieked. "We don't need to break you, Sama Arthur. We only need to sever your connection with the child!" Suddenly, another sound cut across the battlefield—not chanting, but a low, piercing whistle that rose in pitch. It was on another side, behind the coven. A third witch, perched on a raised rock, played a strange, obsidian flute. When she blew into it, the sound seemed to bypass all material boundaries and reached directly into the mind, a psychic assault designed to baffle and daze.

One branch bent low and brushed against her cheek with a cold, wet touch. She slapped it away, shivering. “Don’t touch me!” But another branch slithered down and wrapped around her shoulder like a hand. She screamed out of fear and broke free from its touch. The First Bride purred with delight. “They want you. They’ve waited just like I have. All brides must beg the trees before they are worn down.” Camela felt sick to her stomach. “Beg? I won’t beg them!” she replied fiercely. The whisper became sharper. “You will.”

The fabric doesn't just burn—it ceases to exist, instantly incinerated by the touch of that unholy energy. The near-miss throws off my balance, and I trip over my own feet, hitting the ground hard. The witch grins triumphantly and raises her hands for the killing blow. "Goodbye, little Priestess." That's when a sound comes from the forest—a branch snapping somewhere in the direction I'd come from. It's just a small noise, but it's enough to make her head turn slightly, her concentration wavering for just an instant. I don't waste the opportunity.