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Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

Three other figures with the same cloaks stood close by. “He’s here,” she whispered to the other three. They all took off their hoods. They all had similar facial features, the small faces and the overworked hands. As I entered, they all had smiles on their faces. “These are my sisters. Gloria, Gemma, Genesis. We are going to combine our powers to relieve you of this black magic. It is strong and it will be difficult to rid of your body.” My body towered over the four. They all stood back a few steps, realizing the height at which I stood.

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

His hot breath fanned my skin erupting unwavering excitement within me. He leaned close to my ears. “You would not want to fuck with me little wolf,” he said and moved backward. I exhaled loudly even though I did not know I was holding my breath. Slowly three others came out from the place. They were all out in black clothes. Two females one male. I quickly recognized one of the females. It was Sabrina. The witch from the palace. “Greeting my fellow witches,” Benedicta said bowing her head slightly. I could tell that they were older than her.

I speak in an low and sweet voice, that comes more like the voice of a psychopath. " We wanted to free the world from dragons and their reign. You are a Dragon mistress that's the same your ancestors did, help us make the world a better place " one of the dares to speak. I observe the three women, they are dressed in black lether , hair gray, skin pale green and I smirk. By creating this monsters they started to turn themselves in some kind of different creatures. They look like the witches from the old movies, who have flown on broomsticks.

She had said enough about who may be causing them torment, but she couldn’t say anymore without causing backlash onto herself from the black magic enchantresses. Madison stood there and stared at the closed door. She turned around toward Jacob and threw her hands up in the air. “That’s all she’s going to tell us.” Jacob was just as shocked as Madison about this whole twist of events. It seemed Aunt Cecilia knew a lot more than she let others believe. “At least we know that maybe Brindle is like you.” Madison shot him a sinister glare. Jacob backtracked what he said. “I mean, in an evil way,” he corrected so that she wouldn’t think he classified them the same. “Do you think Brindle could be p

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.”

At the same night, Hadassah had started a big fire at the middle of the Battle of Blood, while she was in the possession of little Celandine's body. The large vessel on the fire was filled with the sacred water for witches from Black Lake. It was an inaccessible lake inside a forest, only who had witch blood in their veins, could approach there. Beside the pyre, there were some ingredients which she would need to return back to her true self "Bonesbane," she muttered and picked up the tiniest bowl contained with a few bone shaped dark green leaves. She stared at the boiling black water for a while, then dropped the leaves into it and chanted, "Confundo.

Freya pov " Who the hell is this girl?" I mumbled when I saw in my giant pot how she tamed him and how she unleashed the cursed I chanted for him. No one could overpowered me especially that mortal. Even my sister's Marie couldn't surpassed me. I remember the time that we're still living together. ------------ Many years ago... They said witches were all bad but do you know that their are two types of witches, the black witch and the white whitch.

She stopped, threw the gun on Gerret and hugged me. -----Aftermath.. Thinking, happy ending right?. Correct. I apologized to Noami even though I didn't remember but she makes a good sis, don't you think so?. Another shocking news..My biological mother, Elysia happened to be a best friend to Ann. The black witches and the white witches became one but the blacks were still placed with a curse. It didn't matter as long as they drink animal blood during their festival rather than human blood. Sirens?. They finally went home and they are forever free, no hunters and no blood shedding.