Black Witch Staff Ds2 Novels & Stories

Another witch fell. "You are winning," Volkov grunted, shaking his head as the trance lifted slightly with the witches' distraction. "Keep going, tech-boy." Damon snarled. He looked at Ethan, who was blinking, the violet fire starting to kindle again as the spell weakened. "Useless hags," Damon spat. He reached into his robes and pulled out a wand—not wood, but a rod of black iron twisted into a spiral. He abandoned the ritual, abandoned the taunting. He threw himself at Silas.

Once the staff of authority gets to her hand we would all be finished. I rushed to the dresser where it was safely tucked and gripped it. My fingers wrapped around its smooth surface, and the cool touch sent a slight shiver up my arm. I stared at the staff. Tall and resplendent, it radiated with aura and adorned with intricate patterns and engravings that danced along its length. At the top of the staff, an eye shimmered with brilliance. It had the same crystal blue shade as Dakota's and was only active when she unlocked it.

“Shit. What the fuck was that?” “Black magic.” My mouth opened but the words didn't come from me. Akanni emerged from the shadows like a summon. A shimmery white smoke curled around her body before it simmered down to her feet and faded away. She stood next to Gilles, a wooden silver staff carved with intricate designs and a softly glowing moonstone embedded at the top of it in her hand. A black robe hid her features until she pulled the hood off her head. “Akanni,” I called and she turned, glancing up at me. Her left hand planted against her chest as she bowed.

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.

And then, in a clearing up ahead, I saw it. The staff. Alastor’s staff. It stood proudly, embedded in a massive slab of stone, its shaft dark and polished, its tip glowing with a faint, pulsating light. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. Around it lay a sword, simple yet regal and beside that, the iron head of a wolf. Strange markings were carved into the surface of the stone, symbols that twisted and shimmered as though alive, but no matter how long I stared, I couldn’t decipher their meaning.

I bared my teeth, ready to defend my territory. The witch raised her hands, palms facing me in a gesture of peace. "I mean you no harm," she said, her voice calm and steady. "I come bearing a message from Nadia, the High Priestess of Black Magic." I hesitated, my instincts telling me to attack, but something about the witch's demeanor made me pause. "What message does she have for me?" I asked, my tone wary. "She wishes to speak with you about the sacred staff of power," the witch replied. "She believes that its magic could be used to benefit your pack."

She spat out black blood all over her face, holding unto the staff. "She can't die until that staff is broken." My parents reminded me. "Break the staff now." I pulled the staff out of her chest, and gave her one last sneer. "Fuck you and your master." I smashed the staff into my knee, splitting it into two unequal halves. "Nooo!" She shouted. A thick cloud of black smoke engulf her, lifting her above the ground. Sharp cries screamed her name out of the smoke, gnawing at her. Her body twisted and contorted, until she was swallowed up by the smoke.

No, he couldn't mean. What's he saying? I want to go back to Jayden. To my little baby. Further conversation was halted by the shuffling entrance of an ancient crone, her white eyes seeming to peer right through me. In gnarled hands she bore a twisted blackwood staff. "We begin on your command, my king," she rasped. Dread clawed up my throat. This could only be black sorcery! River's feral gaze devoured me hungrily. Making my skin crawl. "Proceed." He ordered.

Around her the Dornish mages appeared with their hoodies on, concealing their old faces. "Do it" said the Black Spirit "Do it" the prince agreed. "DO IT!" Dorian demanded. The mages chanted the words 'Reverse Sealing' with their palms pointing at her,then the seal on her chest over her breasts started to glow, burning her. "No...no...noo..." Diego cried.

“Well Keila, I am going to try and purposely grant abilities to you and Tanisha. No more accidents. want you and Tanisha to be able to touch someone and know what is wrong with them and be able to heal them.” “That would be amazing. Do you think you can really do that,’ says Tanisha. “I’m gonna do my best and at least try.” I watch Davina as she takes both Tanisha and Keila by the hand and just stares at them. It’s kinda of an awkward stare. Both Keila and Tanisha look at he each other with a skeptical look. Davina smiles and I see her eyes change to a silver color for a moment before returning to their hazel. She looks at me and smiles. On Keila’s and Tanisha’s wrist are a staff but instead