Novel & Cerita Black Witch Chronicles

Sierra lowers her hands laughing hysterical and giving Alyssa a high five. “Wow, that was amazing” I say to her “Ah, that’s nothing…the equinox gives us a little more strength than usual that’s why they all wanted to do the bonfire tonight” she states. “I get it Ajax has been a little on edge tonight too, but I know better than to shift in front of a bunch of witches” I snickered Sierra did not look amused. “What is that supposed to mean? I know we’re not all friendly but seriously” she looked pissed.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

The moment it became one with the lake of blood, it created a series of shockwaves. “Finish him, Almirah. Go!” Nicanor cheered her with utmost enthusiasm. The woman looked at him for a matter of seconds, then, she showed her sweetest smile as she nodded. “Celestial Blood Magic: Curse of Crimson Hydra,” she cast and a monster came out from the lake of blood, slithering on its surface with grace. The blood serpent opened its mighty jaw to screech, boasting its long fangs dripping with blood. It moved quickly towards Leviathan and it devoured the whole blood cocoon without struggling to do it. After that, the dreadful monster came back to the abyss of the blood lake.

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.

said Aza, then she took the book quickly, as if she had memorized which page she immediately opened and then read it again. "In written books, the two colors symbolize peace and conflict, peace is the month of the Hidden World and contradiction is the month of Lucifer. Lucifer draws the sun so that it does not shine on the Hidden World. The pull of the sun makes the Hidden Worlds lose half of their original strength, that's why Lucifer and the demon nation attacks the Hidden World beings while they become weak, " "Because at night when the Deva appears the power of the Hidden World beings is reduced by half, but the Deva has no effect on the demon nation."

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.