Novel & Cerita Cromwell Witches

Constantine stood at the center of the grand hall, her voice projecting with an eerie authority that sent shivers down the spines of those gathered. The witches of the coven, some still bearing the fresh scars of the recent turmoil, looked to her with a mix of fear and curiosity. "My fellow witches," she began, her tone measured and deliberate. "We gather here today in the wake of a great tragedy. Our beloved elders of the first order have been ruthlessly struck down by the hand of darkness. King Crowell's assassins are responsible for this heinous act."

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

"I heard witches are divided into covens. How many are there exactly?" "In the past, there were five covens of witches in the kingdom. The Kandalas (night witches), that is us. The Kunarians (green witches), the Natosians (sea witches), the Fidimonin (folk witches), and lastly, the Tambolans (gray witches). Currently though, only three covens remain as the rest have either been impacted by the plague that nearly wiped out the whole of witches, or crossed to another dimension to survive. The only covens who survived the plague were the night witches, the sea witches, and the gray witches." "And each coven operates differently?"

Add to that, the witches have added their ‘witchy lights’ and we can barely get the sprites out of the gardens. We realized much too late that many of the witches needed our help, just as much as other supernaturals. Cohen and I have taken in several single mothers who were running just so they could protect their children. Some have even found their mates among the wolves and even some among the sprites. At first, the wolves would be jealous that their mate had children with another man, but in many instances, these children were the result of some cultish coven event where the leader of the coven slept with all the women, whether consensual or not. According to the witches who have joined

That was my blood! Then, it clicked me. Blood magic. Crimson witches could manipulate and curse others using their blood or their victim’s. That’s why it has always been a common reminder among the elder werewolves to make sure not to expose our blood in the presence of a crimson witch. But that was back when there were a lot of them. After the Outworld Bloodbath ten years ago, witches almost got extinct, specially the crimson witches. Crimson witches were probably the most powerful tribe of witches. And Celestine was the most powerful crimson witch of all. She led the rogue conclave with the other crimson witches a decade ago, after all.

She didn't miss how Kaiser's lips twitched just a fraction with mirth. "Luna Kyra is right. We cannot allow our unmated she wolf's for border patrolling. These witches are targeting the unmated she wolf's. We need to assign them some work inside the pack premises" one of the Alpha agreed with Kyra. "Right, I heard the ritual performed by the witch last night was a compelling spell. This same spell was casted upon us two decades ago. Almost everyone from the royal family and dozens of our wolf's were killed then. Whom did the witch planned to compell? I wonder why nothing happened this time" Alpha Luther recollected the past and compared it with the present.

She was two rows behind me and one seat to the left and I could feel her eyes on the back of my head. Master Theron continued his lecture and the words blurred together and my mind drifted. "The witches of Salem," Master Theron said. "They were not the first and they were not the last. But their fate was the most documented. Their trials were the most famous. Their deaths were the most brutal." I pressed my hands together under the desk. "Nineteen people were hanged. One man was pressed to death. Several died in jail. The rest were left to live with the memory of what had been done to them."

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

If it wasn't for the sombre atmosphere in the room, I would have laughed at his naivety. "You make it sound as if breaking a curse is as easy as making toast for breakfast." I jibed, causing Roman and Arch to snicker in response. “If Romeo was cursed by a witch, I’m sure the curse can be broken by another witch. Have you guys thought about asking for help from another witch?” I proposed. Bayswater pack is neighbour to Crimson Bay, one of the largest witch covens in the world, where the Wiccan Kingdom used to reside. There should be someone in Crimson Bay with the ability to break the curse.

Rigel planned the attacks or 'peaceful takeovers' as he had called it, and Helena was only called upon when things got tough. Her mate's pack was a new and weak one that lacked the military strength most of the packs they attacked had but with Helena's magic on their side, they became unstoppable. The smell of gasoline reached her nose and her breathing picked up as she watched them pour it on the firewood, coating every surface with a diligence that made her sick. She knew none of Rigel's people liked her and that they only tolerated her because he had use of her, but she had never imagined that they would be so eager to kill her.