Enchantress Dc Novels & Stories

Raul Collins heaved a huge sigh, “she is a true alpha and she is an enchantress. Hence, she was able to make herself invisible and was able to defeat the enemy who had so treacherously imprisoned us.” The word enchantress spread through the crowd like a quake. “She is not dangerous,” another voice called from behind. Everyone turned and they saw Rah and Ajax standing there. “I can see you all fear her because she is unknown to you. But she is not dangerous. She uses her powers only for good. You can see she healed us,” he added as he rubbed the blood from his face to show that his injuries were healed. “She is good, pure. Purer than most of us here. So, don’t fear her. She is my best friend.

“I don’t know what you think I am, but I’m not…” “I am the High Priestess of the White Coven,” she interrupted. “And you are a witch, Mira.” I shook my head violently. “No. I don’t believe you. Witches are not real.” “And the master of this house isn't a werewolf,” she said casually. A bitter laugh slipped out of my mouth. “This is all a hallucination. It's not real.” “It is your reality,” she snapped, and the air around me seemed to thicken with her anger. “You were brought here for a reason. Have you found the demon energy?”

"I know you orchestrated all that just to piss me off. To get my attention, you’re willing to embarrass yourself. Why are you pretending like you don't want my attention now?" The knife he was holding accidentally grazed my arm. Fresh blood soaked the silk sheets. I was sweating from the pain. But the pain in my heart was a thousand times worse. Cade didn’t even bat an eye. His gaze was almost merciless. "My mother was right. Women like you who climb up from the bottom are never respectable! Why bother hiring someone to put on a show? If you dare, just divorce me for real! Your sister is a thousand times better than you!"

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

Diana's eyes twitched as she advanced towards the unfazed looking Jenny. "I can see you don't want to use that mouth of yours anymore..." She grabbed her chin tightly and lifted up her face. Jenny followed her every move with the smile still on her face. "...I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I take off that burden away from you." She added. Even from where I stood, I could still hear the murderous intent in her voice. She was planning to do something but what was it? Just then, her claws stretched out from their confinement. She lifted her hand and was about to land a blow when I suddenly appeared next to her and caught her hand mid air.

“Did I interrupt something urgent?” “No, ma’am,” he said. “Just tea.” Vanessa forced out a tittering laugh. “Of course. I know how much Auntie loves her tea”. She felt him sneering again, even without his face moving. Then, Eliana descended. Absolutely glowing. Not just “good skincare” glowing, she was glowing like a woman that had all the power in her fingertips and she looked like it was all effortless. A lioness gliding down her own staircase, proud, composed, every inch the woman Vanessa wanted to become.