روايات وقصص ضمن Cromwell Witches

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No

For them, beauty was not a thing to be flaunted but endured—the glimmer of frost upon stone, the sound of snow cracking beneath boots, the stillness of a frozen lake. But here, in Cromwell, everything gleamed. Candles spilled their light across honey-gold walls, ribbons shimmered from the rafters, and servants scurried like well-trained doves with their trays of wine. It was unbearable in its brightness. To August’s eyes, it seemed almost mocking.

“How’d you do it?” “A magician never tells his, or her, secrets.” I snicker. It was actually funny watching his curious reaction. I understand that magic and things that appear like magic probably aren’t that common here, especially by a woman. Everyone would just think she’s a Witch and execute them. “Actually, I’m curious about something.” I state as both boys watch me closely, patiently waiting for me to ask. “You’ve mentioned that Witches are executed. Was there an actual reason for that?” “Most Witches used their powers to try and overthrow the late King, so to prevent him and his son from being assassinated he ordered all witches executed. In hindsight it was not his best moment on the

"For a witch." "For my mate," Kael said. "The species is irrelevant to the law." "The species," Maren said, and now the pleasantness in her voice had thinned to something underneath it, something cold and very old, "is the entire point of the law, Kael. Ordinance Seventeen exists because wolf witches are a destabilizing force. They can unravel the bonds that hold packs together. They can unmake what the moon built." Her eyes moved to me. Cool and direct and entirely without warmth. "This one tried to sever your bond the moment she met you. You told me as much in your report."

The Hunt was dedicated to killing all supernaturals, saying that we were unnatural demons who needed to be extinguished. The first group they went after were the witches. The witches were the easiest species to get rid of since they were basically human. They didn’t have magic wands, hands, or pinkies. The witches believed in making their own magic. They had books that were passed down from generations, teaching them to make potions. They read directions out of a book, mixed some things together, said a few words, and poof the outcome is a potion. They had no sort of immediate defense once their potions were gone because they had to prepare them days in advance.

"Get the witch. Joshua and Hannah found the crystals." Twelve o'clock was known as the witching hour. No one knew why witches were extremely powerful at this time of night. Pandora would say it was because it's the time humans were vulnerable to the things that dwelled in darkness and our greatest sense which was sight was compromised. Our fear was fed on for centuries until what was known as a Nobel group of men– in a village in Rome in the fourteenth century– the hunters gathered and vowed to snuff these creatures out of existence. The Cacciatore's were the first family to take a stand when their youngest member was killed by a Lupo mannaro.

I found it difficult to put the condition of my home into words. She reached over the counter and squeezed my hand gently, “That must have been hard on you….” I cleared my throat and tried to ask in a calm voice, “Do you know what happened? I can’t seem to find mother….” “She must have gone to live in the Alastair Cottage with other witches that were affected….” Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning, “Other witches were affected too?” “Hmm… Last night, a group of fifteen werewolves carried out a covert attack on our coven.”

A harsh wind overtook the night as the cries of crickets could be heard from afar. The noise of feet filled the woods, making the night far from safety. The sounds came nearer, revealing the faces of soldiers ordered by the king; each front of the men was a hardened expression; they marched around the kingdom with swords and sticks of firelight searching for witches they had to bring to the King for persecution. The villagers could hear the scream of a dying witch all over the domain, her cries piercing the hearts of people who watched her slowly burn to death.

Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “ Fenna balled her fists, “The Fire Wolves were loved by most of the werewolves. Everyone accepted they should be leading because of their powers. They were strict but also fair so there was peace for many centuries. Until the Grey Oak clan led by Noah his grandfather got jealous. He schemed with other packs that were unhappy. They wanted more power, particularly for men. The Fire Wolves did not believe in privilege by rank or gender. Anyway, they tricked the Fire wolves with the help of the high priestess. They drugged them and burned the whole village with every single wolf in them.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.