Novel & Cerita Crimson Witch

Few wolves dared come here anymore; it smelled of dust, parchment, and secrets. He searched through shelves of grimoires and ancient texts until he found what he was looking for — a faded scroll bound in silver thread: The Coven of the Crimson Veil. The record was old, written in blood ink, detailing the practices of witches who once bound Alphas through enchantment. The same rituals used forbidden stones — black crystals fed by blood. The final passage made his stomach twist: > When the heart resists, the witch demands blood not to harm, but to bind. The mate’s desire returns — hollow, forced, and cursed.

Lucia concluded that she hadn't met cruel and vicious people. She had only heard of them. What was unfolding right before her was wickedness of the highest order. "No, it was to get rid of your parents. We knew they were kind and patriotic... Their loyalty to Crimo was second to none and we played on that." The witch confessed nonchalantly. " It wasn't only the zillion dollars we gave, we also assured him of safeguarding him and his family for the next four generations.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

She didn’t even seem to notice that I was standing right in front of her. “Crystal?” I called, my voice above a whisper as I tried processing what I was seeing. She turned to face me, and that was when I felt the dark aura that surrounded her. A witch, the redhead who was often with Drake, walked toward us, smiling as her eyes met mine. She put her hand on Crystal’s neck, and I frowned when I saw her palm burning my dragon’s scales for a second before she healed. “She can’t hear you,” she said, looking me dead in the eye. “I have to admit, she is a magnificent creature though.”

In certain regions belonging to the Atlantic Ocean, witches was seen as a “evil” in certain moments of distress. The city of Lovadu, for years and years, suffered violence, reaching a moment of crisis. In that city there was a young man called Igor Hunton, son of Clarina and Sebastian Hunton, he had an older and a younger brother.

“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.

My father is the Alpha of the Blue moon pack and my mother is a Dokar witch, though she had since been excommunicated from her coven, the cause, her mating with a wolf. My nana is a wolf, she is my grandmother, my grandfather died during the twilight wars. The twilight wars were the greatest war ever, it was a great war between all the night creatures, a peace treaty was never signed and when no one came out victorious from the war, it just stopped, but it didn't stop other people from trying to restart the war, so an agreement was reached and mating between different creatures was banned. But it so happened that the moon goddess had other plans and many witches were mated to wolves, most of

Nothing compares to this. Obsidian is careful to not go too fast as he’s a fast wolf, but Crimson is more like a pup getting used to her legs for the first time. She might be a grown wolf, but she’s still learning what it’s like to be free after being suppressed for so long. I wish all omegas could experience this because it’s wonderful. I don’t think there is anything like it in the world.

"All right, Asriel. I need to know more. You need to tell me what this war is about." He shifted closer and leaned his back against the headboard, legs hanging on the side of my bed. "My grandfather was a strong wolf, blessed by the Goddess. He ruled over the Crimson Mountain Pack. He was the one who discovered the jade mine, and then the core inside Crimson Mountain. There is a legend saying that when he did, Hecate herself made a deal with him. As both of the powerful magical elements belonged to him and his pack, Hecate offered him a blessing. She said that if he turned his pack into a safe haven for the witches, giving them access to the stones and the core, she would bless his firstborn

Other ways. Callen catches up several minutes later, breath uneven from running. “Alpha… Josiah… where are we going?” “To someone who isn’t afraid to speak.” The witch I choose next is older than the seer, but not nearly as wise. Her home is hidden between two rivers, surrounded by charms that hum with weak protection. She greets me at the doorway, eyes immediately widening in fear. “Alpha Crimson,” she murmurs. “You should not have come.” “I’m not here to hurt you,” I reply, stepping inside without permission. “I need answers.”