Novel & Cerita Coraline Witch

Robert asked with a secure tone. Louis stepped closer, "That is the riddle I have been trying to solve but you can journey to the kingdom of Nema, there lives a fortune teller that sees beyond the realm, she will help you with what you seek" Louis altered. "A witch?" Robert asked with dismay. Humans who have nothing in common and for him seeking help from a witch will not only bring disaster but a pain to his kingdom. Louis smiled," Mother Wakilimati isn't a witch my lord, she is just a woman endowed with spiritual powers to see beyond what men can't see with bare eyes"

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me. The way the wards had blinked. The way Morwenna couldn't read her mind. She was a witch. A Salem witch. The last of them. But I didn't know the family she was from. And I didn't care. I would burn the world before I let anyone hurt her. "Cressida." She didn't respond. Her eyes were still distant, still swirling with that pale blue light. The wings flexed, spreading wider, casting jagged shadows across the frozen floor. If I stepped to close I could be hurt.

The fabric is crisp, expensive, and feels like a straitjacket against the restless energy of my wolf. ​Beside me, Coralina looks like a vision of cold, structured power. She is wearing a tailored suit the color of midnight, her hair swept back to reveal the mark on her neck. It doesn't glow in this light, but I can feel it humming, a low-frequency vibration that matches the steady, rhythmic beat of my own heart.

But she did not reveal to anyone this ability of hers. Ethelbert's scent reminded Coronis of a glorious past of seventeenth and eighteenth-century European aristocracy. Ancient palaces, contemplative libraries, gentle tea parties, and woods with a light but pure, noble fragrance. For a moment, Ethelbert couldn't see that Coronis's royal blue eyes flashed with a cold light that contained some murderous intent. But it only took less than two seconds. Coronis promptly regained consciousness and recovered that dangerous killing intent. Occupational diseases make her sometimes overly sensitive. She immediately reverted to her innocent cheerfulness and said:

He nodded his head in an appealing manner. “Fuck! Alright, as long as you are not leaving this pack then no problem,” Axel said giving up. “Thank you,“ I said before placing a peck on his cheeks in an appreciative manner. “So, Tiffany, What can you remember,” Jackob asked in a serious manner and I started to spill everything I could remember. “I think I know that place, it's sounding familiar to Grimwood cottage, where the white witch lives,” Jackob said, a smug look on his face.

"Eli, are you there, or did a flesh-eating monster come out through a vortex and eat your raggedy behind." A smile crept on my face, " I'm here, I was trying to figure out if an alien had taken over your body but it seems like you're still your old deluded self." I could see Coraline rolling her cinnamon-colored eyes while her lips were twisted at the same time, it always amazes me to see her do it. "Whatever, did you even hear what I said? I said I'll be your baby machine."

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

Damn it, she couldn’t even use her tone to warn him. “Do it again. To these two,” he said, jutting his chin towards the two witches on each side of the desk. “Wait, what? Sir—” One of them said but stopped when the spell took effect and they could no longer see. They cried out, uttering spells and incantations, trying to undo the spell. “Perfect,” Ricinius said, sounding pleased. “And she is like her mother?” “Exactly like her mother,” Aunt Rose said, her smile firmly in place. How did Ricinius not see the pleased, smug look on her face? “Why don’t you bring in a couple of wolves and she can show you what she can do?”