Novel & Cerita Elena Witch

As dawn's first light pierced the canopy of the ancient forest, my mind raced with the urgency of our mission. Nathanial and I needed help—help that went beyond the capabilities of the werewolves. We needed the power of the witches. The witch coven, led by Elara, was rumored to be deep in the forest, in a place only accessible to those who had earned their trust. Fortunately, Isabella Cruz had shared the location with me before her betrayal. With Gabriel's threat looming larger than ever, we had no choice but to seek their aid.

I recognized her immediately, every werewolf knows and fears her, Christella fidoria the most powerful witch ever known to wolf kind, I began to panic. “Wh…what do you want to do to me?” I asked terrified, Alpha Zyn just smiled and moved to far end of the room, he sat on the chair over there and just watched with an intrigued look on his face. “Etlin esta merroy.” The witch said with her hand stretched towards me as she moved closer and closer to me. I felt myself starting to get weaker and weaker, my head feels heavy and painful.

She busts out of the rope and rises to her feet. “Who told you could kill him? This body loves him.” “Master!!” The witch screams. I look over to see his hand on the ground, a clean cut. “Kill her.” “What about the plan?” “I don’t care about the plan; kill her now!” I grunt, unable to move as the witch turns to her. “You’ll pay for harming my master.” “And who’s going to make me pay. You?” Elina asks, amused. “Yes!!” She shouts before a strong gush of wind rush through the room, stirring everything. Her eyes turn black as she throws a spell across the room that Elina quickly neutralizes with the swipe of her hand. The witch tries three more times, but the same thing happens.

"But when this Temple was built, the First Alpha called me Elara. The Weaver of the First Accord." Killian stepped forward, placing himself between me and the ancient witch. Even without his blazing golden aura, his sheer physical presence was a wall of muscle and lethal intent. "The First Witch. The one who cursed the Blackwood bloodline to war with the Coven." Elara looked at Killian, a sad, knowing smile touching her lips. "I did not curse you, Alpha King. I created a balance. But my descendants... the modern Coven... they grew greedy. They sought to consume the light, just as they consumed Elena’s mother."

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

She appeared and I honestly thought the kid was going to have a heart attack. Queen Eden sighed and shook her head as she looked around, “Keylon, this was not Princess Elisa. This is the work of Dahlia, Queen of the Dark Witches. Princess, we really should call an emergency meeting with the alliance. She’s getting out of control.” I nodded, “We can meet this evening in our conference room again.” Queen Eden nodded in agreement as she touched each dead body and they came back to life. I told the kid, “Keylon, I am sorry for what happened, but I am not a dark witch. Dahlia wants me to be, but I am not.” He smiled, “I know that now. Thank you for not killing me when I tried to attack you.” I la

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

No one spoke after Ryan’s revelation. Elena wasn't sure anyone even breathed. The words hung over the room with a weight that seemed impossible for one sentence to carry. The first wolf should have stayed dead. She had spent months trying to understand what she was. First, she was a wolfless Alpha’s daughter. Then she was a witch-and-wolf hybrid. Then she was the child of prophecy. Every time Elena started to accept one answer, the world ripped it away and replaced it with something bigger. And honestly, she was getting a little tired of bigger.

Since I couldn't get her back, I would get to her and finish her off. So I decided to visit the witch. “I need you to help me do something.” She didn’t look up from the book she was spreading. “What do you want? Who do you want to kill this time around?” I found that offensive but I put it aside. “Elena. I have no use for her anymore and I want her gone before she becomes an issue for me.” She sighed and looked up, dropping the book beside her. Who is Elena?” “The woman we made pose as Rowan’s mother.”

My powers manifested themselves shortly after my eighteenth birthday, and it was a source of joy and celebration for my family. I, Ella Thompson, come from a family of old and powerful witches who are strong but forbidden from practising witchcraft in the city. For the past month, the city has been overrun by dangerous musical creatures who have cast a spell over every corner of the city, including the streets. People fear even stepping out of their houses; it's either they end up dead or lost in the forest. My parents never fail to tell me stories that happened in town, and as a child, I was made to believe that they were monsters in the shower when I happened to be one of them, the monster