Closet Witch Mga Nobela at Kwento

she began. "A 'Witch', before the Cataclysm refers to those who worship a Demigod or two. Due to unmatched beliefs, they were treated as outcasts. Their close ties with their patrons was envied by the orthodox faction, and they started preaching about such relationship being impure, and that it voids the divine characteristic of a deity, be it a demigod or a major God. Afterwards, they had resorted to the occult hunts and execution." Those information were completely new to him, and somehow disturbing to note. Still, he kept his ears open to listen on what she is saying.

Harrow. "With you being a half-wolf, half witch hybrid, the marriage was a political masterpiece," Zephyr continued. "But Harrow became greedy. He wanted your power, your soul and the throne. He murdered your mother and our father. He even killed you, or so we thought. He was eventually caught and thrown into the Abyss- a prison with no end. But I received a prophecy, Aina. Two years ago, a vision that you were alive, hidden in this mundane, boring human world. I came for you. And now, my plan is succeeding."

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

If I had to do it over again, I swear I would leave his sorry ass right there. With the witches' powers, we incapacitated the guards and slipped into Brody's personal stash room. There, we stuffed duffle bags with tens of thousands of dollars from Brody's safe and anything else we could find of value. To add insult to injury, Gary left a note for Brody, explaining in great detail how we had killed the witch in front of her daughter.

Unfortunately, my body had a long way to go before I could free myself. "Feeling a little weak, don't you?" Cybele's voice clearly indicated that she knew that I was conscious. I lifted my head just enough to see what was in front of me, even though my vision was still blurry. Cybele was wearing a white robe as if she had turned into a priestess, and she was standing by something that resembled an altar. Four more witches stood silently behind her; they also wore bright robes, although not as white and dignified as Cybele's. "What's going on? Why are you doing this?" I muttered, struggling to lock my eyes on the Supreme witch.

I assume by her size that the small witch must be younger than me but her face holds years of wisdom that mine does not. The witch and I stare at one another for a long time before I finally turn and walk into the huge bathroom. Once again the door slams closed behind me without either one of us touching it. It makes me feel as if the coven house is watching me. Choosing the first stall that I come to, I strip off my velvet green dress that I had worn on to dinner with Ward's parents before I was kidnapped.

he walks towards his cupboard and brings out something it looks like a cape " and what am I supposed to do with a red cape?" "once you get the princess wear her this capeOnce you do it no one will be able to recognise her " cool...tell me how did you get your hands on something like this?" " I have my ways" he smirks "Stop it" i sigh "ok wish me luck" So I decided to go where the maids usually get their equipment first One thing about maids in Dracula's castle, they are all witches and I mean literally witches I'm a Dude how am I supposed to pull off being a witch?

someclothes. To help restore my binding bracelet from Casa La Diabla, I already have several specific spell supplies like lotus roots, hyacinths, goblin dust, and others on my list. It felt like I had a responsibility to protect them too, so I felt compelled to mend my bracelet and bind my powers in order to stop luring additional creatures that wanted my head to the pack. I walked over to the witches quarters inside the cemetery. I let myself in and looked around; no one was around. This place held an abundance of magical materials and artifacts, such as dragon’s teeth, everroses, and a mysterious cabinet that vanished despite looking to be dilapidated and covered in dust. And stacked on t

The world tilted. One heartbeat I was standing in the bustle of the market; the next I was somewhere else entirely. I was in a dimly lit room where a hooded witch was leaning over a table. Gold coins spilled across the wood. She was speaking to someone hidden in the shadows in low tunes. “She’s a Direwolf,” the witch said. “The evidence we've been looking for. They still exist.” “Good. We must find them and eliminate them. Their powers are too strong for this world.” The cloaked figure replied.