Dorea Potter Novels & Stories

The others went on their own ways and actually left me to explain Doreen's situation. "I'm Doreen, I practice a variety of dark magic but I favor Demonic more than the others," Doreen introduced herself and offered a hand. Master Zorylle looked shocked with what kind of witch we brought but nevertheless, smiled and accepted her hand. "Well, hello there. I'm Zorylle but my apprentices here call me Master Zorylle." He looked at us. "How did it go?" He asked and looked at Doreen. "I'm guessing it went well?"

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

To wait before you were able to get to what you needed. I didn’t turn to face him. My eyes were fixed on the old book in front of me. My mother’s book. I smiled at the sight of it. It was the one thing that I had of her. At least, I believed that it was hers. As far as I was concerned, she had no magic. She had no need for these recipe books. But I did not care. They served me well. And I was going to use them, hers or not hers. The potion shimmered as I stirred it, thick and red like wine mixed with blood. The scent rising from it was faint, flowery, innocent. In my opinion, completely stupid. The signature scent of the one woman I despised more than anyone else in this world.