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Willow told her. "Damn, I guess Lily was right after all. That changes things." Dante mumbled beside her, shaking his head at her when she wanted to ask what he meant by that. "What else did Hecate say?" Miss J asked earnestly. "The spell used to release her spirit was an ancient demonic spell that no Witch knows about. I think if we can somehow find out what that spell was, we can find a way to reverse it." Willow's hands shook as she attempted to drink her tea, but Dante took the cup from her and instead grabbed her hands to help calm her down. She didn't feel frightened though. It felt as if she had an adrenaline shot sent through her entire body and its sending her into overdrive.

“Do what I said.” I looked at Damien and wished I could speak to him. Closing my eyes I focused on him. I pictured his face, the way he laughed, the way he would roll his eyes at me when I said something silly. I felt his mind and I wished I had my crystals to help build my connection. “DAMIEN please hear me.” When I opened my eyes back I saw him frown at me. “How the hell are you in my head.” “I’m a fucking witch I don’t know. Is Lucien sane? He isn’t planning anything stupid, is he?

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

“ You underestimate me little witch and so did your mother that is why she ended up the way she did powerless and weak and you dare Alice will end up exactly the same way ,your thoughts where I would sit and let you come to me without out properly planning my victory you silly little thing your mother’s weakness was kindness a little sob story a few tears and she came running to her death the apple after all dies not fall from the tree and here you are right where I want you white witch (amacara) you shall die after which I shall control the white realm and soon all the realms fire surrounded her as she walked towards Alice lifting her hands she sermon her demons at Alice dodged using her po

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

He smiled wearing gloves on his hand, he brought out a silver chain and I shivered knowing the pain I'll receive. He brought out a substance and I couldn't move or process any thought, I couldn't believe I was staring at what I've always heard about, he injected the wolfsbane on the silver chain, then he turned to me with a smile, I now understand why he promised me twenty hits and a painful death, he was using what will kill me. "Now make sure you count with me, if you don't, I'll start again." He said grabbing my hair, I winced in pain immediately he hit me.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

“I can’t heal cuts and wounds magically, and it’s evident that your thigh wound is beyond your capabilities. We’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. I’m going to rip away the fabric sticking to your wound. Then I’m going to tie a strip of cloth above the bleeding point. I’ll have to use a hot knife to sear the wound. It’s going to hurt like hell.” I'm sure it's going to, but what choice do I have? "Okay." He pours water from the waterskin into the basin. "Do you think you can heat it magically?" "Yes." I might be weak right now, but I wouldn't be a witch if I couldn't perform such a basic spell. When I wave my hand over the basin, steam rises from it. "Thank heavens. I hope you can heat t

Even as I witnessed this scene, I had already resolved to leave. But the pain—the unbearable pain—refused to subside. It felt as if my chest was being crushed, my heart writhing in agony. In the haze of their passion, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, calling upon the High Priestess of the Misty Forest. "High Priestess, I am ready to return, to resume my life as a witch, and to inherit your position." "Are you certain?" Her voice was laced with anticipation. "That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!"

Ruby flung her phone across the room in a rage. Suddenly, Jack burst through the door, barely able to hide his excitement. "Honey, we've got a way out! Grand Globe Group, the company we've been trying to reach, just sent me a message. They're interested in our project and want to talk about a follow-on investment. With that money, we can hire a top-tier team out of Digital Valley. Once that happens, those old men won't have anything left to say, and the project can keep moving!" -