Black Sisters Harry Potter Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Maeve, you can’t. That’s–that’s the darkest kind of magic–” “What are you talking about?” I ask the sisters. I’m losing my patience and will power with each passing second. I could be upstairs in bed with Brie right now, enjoying the precious few nights we have together, but instead I’m standing here, listening to them whisper fight. “She’s talking about The Book of Whispers.” Brie snarls, her voice flashing with fury. Maeve’s nostrils flare. “It will work. You know it will.” “It’ll take pieces of your soul–”

She could not hold herself, her knees went weak, and she fell into submission. ‘’Oh, poor Mara, she is just as weak as my pathetic husband’’ Luna Henrietta hiss. ‘’Bring the witches, I need answers’’ Henrirta ordered. Alpha Kendrick was quick to do the bidding of his sister. 3 witches brought in all dressed in rags of black and in shakles. They looked too frail. ‘’So the monster still wants blood?’’ one of the witches spat. ‘’Oh sisters, she feels she knows better, why dont we break her bubbles’’ another laughed. Luna Heneitta was in no mood to listen to their chatters and rantings.

I whispered the unlocking chant, letting my magic thread through the ancient markings. The tree creaked, split open at the base, revealing a staircase made of twisted roots and bone. With one last breath, I wordlessly and calmly walk down the stairs. The chamber beneath the forest was round, lit with torches that burnt green. Smoke curled through the air, heavy with herbs and deceit. There were at least twenty witches, all hooded, seated in a circle around a sigil carved into the dirt. And at the center… Aretha. Famous runaway powerful sorceress whom Hailey had repeatedly warned me about, Audacus’s greatest ally, lover and weapon who got intimate with both genders as a bisexual being. My vo

"If you come for her...we'll help. We are weak, but we can still fight." Then she was gone. Shawna and I gave each other a look, then floated into the room with pretend confidence. As soon as we were inside, alarms started blaring and some kind of invisible rope wrapped itself around our ankles. “Well, well, well,” the sorceress I assumed was Harriet said. “What do we have here? Two little spies?” She was pretty. That was the first thought that went through my head. And she had soft, gentle eyes, that made it difficult for me to believe that she could ever hurt someone.

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

Witches earned their title as ruthless and brutal centuries ago; even though they were soft-spoken, they weren't ones to be played with. She pressed two fingers to that girl’s forehead. The room vibrated with magic, and the impostor screamed again, veins glowing black beneath her skin. Panic rose in my chest as Harley’s innocent face flashed across my mind, making my heart pause for a moment. I couldn’t stay away from this magical interrogation and chimed in, stepping forward. “Where is Harley? Answer the damn question!” Her crimson eyes flicked at me, something like hatred burning there. “She will pay!”

, and I trailed off while observing the other eleven witches. They were witches from around the world, and were the leaders of their covens. I tried to discern their origin using their physical features and their clothing. Obviously, I quickly recognized the three black witches of Africa, their skin, pearl black, clothed in colorful patterned clothes and their hair, plaited into braids and dreads, and adorned with cowries. They were the strongest of the witches, even more powerful than Madison.

The earth heaved, revealing hidden hundreds of witches clad in black, each with the same eerie white cross on their foreheads. Their village, previously hidden by powerful spells, now stood exposed before us. I swallowed hard and turned to Seraphina and she also turned to me. "I am so proud of you, I myself didn't know that spell, how did you know it?" I averted my gaze away from her, "I also didn't know how I was able to perform it."

he stated. Bryan and Frank nodded. One dropped our packages, and the other dropped Todd, who asked, “What are the four elements they can master?” Good question, Todd. He asked one of my doubts for me. I almost gave him a thumbs up. “Wind, water, fire and earth. Thus we've got the Lady of Wind, also known as the White Witch; the Lady of Water, the Blue Witch; the Lady of Fire, the Red Witch; and finally, the Lady of Earth, the Black Witch. To my knowledge, the one behind Bentley was the White Witch.”

Her lips want to show a sarcastic smile, maybe she can make a joke for this guy, but then she realised how innocent the other can be. It will not be good if the other gets scared. She doesn’t wish the person she took as her own will be afraid of her sisters. Though she has no idea what this ‘Black Witch’ thingy is, she can see from their eyes there was fear and horror. The spirit warrior's shouts made a commotion that the other sl-ves all stopped doing what they were doing, facing their way, curiously thinking who the ‘Black Witch’ was among the three female sl-ves that were standing there.