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“Too much of it. Until you learn control, you are a danger to yourself and others. We must start small.” She began pacing, explaining as she went. “Each witch has a gift, a strand of the great weave. Seeing the future. Speaking to the dead. Brewing potions. Crafting charms. In rare lines, creation, nature, fire, water, air. Never more than one. Not since the Originals.” Aria listened carefully taking in everything she had to say.

“Witchcraft. That doesn’t explain how you can do all this… fire, roots, vanishing into thin air. Wolves don’t do that. Witches don’t do that either.” “You’re right,” I admitted. My stomach twisted. “It’s… fairies do. Also… it's complicated.” He folded his arms across his chest. The Alpha in him surfaced, demanding answers. “Then make it simple for me. Don’t circle around it, Lyra. Just tell me what you are.”

She had no thought how to be a Faerie. What she did know, much appreciated to great ancient mother and father, was that the tribe of Fae he'd without a doubt been instructed approximately was distinctive than her tribe, but that wasn't saying a entirety parcel but that her tribe wasn’t dependent to people. She was a great witch, not a awful one. Her individuals were the ones that had kept the terrible Fae beneath control. Or attempted to, anyway.

No werewolf scent, no human scent, no supernatural signature I could identify. "What are you?" I asked. "Fae," Alex said simply. "Half-blood. My mother was fae, my father was human. I inherited enough fae traits to be problematic but not enough to be fully accepted by either community." "I'm a witch," Kamsi added. "Not werewitch. Just witch. My family has been practicing magic for generations, but we don't advertise because werewolf packs historically haven't been great about accepting magic users who aren't also shifters."

The woman before her carried a very strange aura, and she was not sure if throwing a fuss with her would be allowed or if she needed to sneak past this dangerous woman who was still glancing down at her. “Where are my manners? I'm sorry, it almost slipped my mind. I'm Faedra, and I'm a sorceress," explained, smiling broadly at Hayle. Hayle shook for a bit. She wasn't getting it, although unlike everyone else, Hayle believed the war between her kind and Faedra's kind had been nothing but baseless and a perfect waste. It was unfair to the witches, she always said, and she claimed she wasn't scared of them, yet seeing one standing many feet away from her didn't do her any good; she didn't like

It didn’t take long before she was screaming out my name and clawing at my back after I sucked on her neck. Naturally our departure was somewhat delayed, we had been on route for an hour or more and would be arriving shortly at the fae territory. Unlike witches and werewolves fae are significantly gentler as a species they do possess magic but its elemental they use it for environmental reasons unlike witches which is for power and control. Fae can of course use their powers for defense purposes, hurricanes or tsunamis, earthquakes are at their disposal but to draw that kind of power they only do it for the greater good as the fae that create such a weather disaster normally die. Their delic

Taryk lifted his hand a fraction of an inch off the pages. Kord relaxed and pulled the book towards his lap. He shut it and put it aside, directing all of his attention to Taryk and the rest of us not salivating over an ancient book. "Fae. Supernatural beings in an alternate dimension of Earth. They have all kinds of powers; they're very long lived; allergic to iron; typically fall into Light and Dark castes." Kord tipped his head to the side as if searching his mental files. He nodded. "For more specific information, you're going to have to break it down. There're literally over 150 books in my head on the subject." "Shit," I said with a whistle.

Aiden told her with a big cheesy grin on his face. “So, vampires, witches, warlocks… They are all real just hanging out minding their own business?” Alys asked before taking another bite of her dinner. “Yep, for the most part. Just like us. The Fae have their own world that links to ours through portals. A lot of fairytales stem from that. The whole Avalon and lady of the lake, those are myths told from partial truths of the Fae. They stick to their own world these days. Vampires will occasionally pick a fight with wolf packs but they generally stick to themselves as well. They have a council that keeps them under check. Warlocks and witches make their money off of the supernatural breeds, w

To Sara, the only slight difference from these set of people and the vampires was the way they carry their self with pride while the vampires were seen and known for arrogance. "That's Aldophus Pack. Silver Crescent Moon Pack," Artemis said when she saw how intrigued Sara was. Then Sara noticed a female among them. She brushed the idea of the girl away and waited for the next set of people. Then another set came in. This time Sara saw Xavier among them and she immediately knew who they were. It was the witches and wizards. Her hope of seeing Alexander rised a little but he never came. Then came the Faeries. The most powerful creature in the mythical world. Sara wasn't only mesmerized by thei

The queen glared at Laura who had just spoken. “I will have you know that not all magic is performed brutally like how you witches do yours, fairy magic has a peaceful aura to it but is the most powerful you can find because, unlike you witches, ours comes directly from mother nature and we all know that she is not rough but smooth and welcoming. But don’t mistake her calmness because when she is angry, all hell breaks loose, just like fairy magic.” The queen boosted.