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Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles. With the witch bound and her ritual disrupted, Sabrina and I stood over her, panting from the aftermath of the battle. The glowing chains of Sabrina’s magic kept her pinned to the ground, but her smirk remained unwavering, defiant. Sabrina crossed her arms, her magic still swirling faintly around her. “What’s your name?” she asked coldly. The witch let out a dry, mocking laugh. “So polite, little witch. You can call me Thalora. Not that it will matter once Killian is through with you.”

Seeing the wand in her hand, I knew her strength was far beyond that of an ordinary witch, so I hadn’t even considered asking her to be my partner. “In that case, let’s team up.” She smiled at me. “I just arrived anyway.” “But I’m not officially a demon smith yet.” “With your ability, passing the demon smith exam should be easy, right? I doubt there are many people left unpaired now.” She thought for a moment, then added, “Oh, right—my name is Mili.” Mili! I had looked through the rankings of great witches many times. The top spot was always Freyja. But the name Mili—if it was the same person…

the old man's words rang in her head as she laid on her bed and slept off. Years move on the two witches grew up having different powers. The first one whose name was Emily and the second one whose name was Emilia. Both were told to always use their power secretly in order not to bring dangers to their lives but Emily who was a Hellenic witch was more powerful than Emilia who was a Gardnerian witch which made Emilia grow hatred for her own twins' sister.

I thought her age was just a bit older than Jaque's, if not mistaken, probably by a year. "My name is Orora. I am a witch from the West Coven!"

I looked away, retracting my claws as she turned back to the witch. "This isn't a debt, I did it of my own free will. You owe me nothing." "We witches always repay our debts!" She spat. The bitch better shut her fucking mouth or I wouldn’t care what Kiara wanted. "Ok, as repayment, can I know your name?" Kiara asked, sighing. The woman frowned, I knew witches did love their names and they held some power linked to it. I didn’t know much about that shit though. "Janaina." She replied.

My hair’s piled on top of my head in a messy knot, my skin bare, my eyes tired but alert. The cursor blinks in the “Create Account” box. Username. I stare at it for a long time. What name belongs to me when I strip away all the ones I’ve been given; Mrs. Hernandez, Dorothy the cancer patient, Dorothy the fragile wife, Dorothy the obedient daughter? None of those fit. Not anymore. RainWitch. I type it in. It feels dramatic in the right way. Private but rebellious. I imagine rain soaking through everything fake until only the truth is left behind. Witches aren’t afraid of being misunderstood.

He pulled at the grass beside him as he thought of a way to finish his sentence, “, she was a Witch.” “Really?” I was starting to understand him a little better. That’s why he think’s the witch’s amulet is something that can help find his mother. “So she wasn’t a Trickster?” “No. The reason for a Trickster to be born is a mystery unto itself. No one knows why we’re suddenly born the way we are, the only indication is that some part of our heritage is Elf related.” “Wait, so your sister?” “Is just a human. That’s why she moved to the Capital, so that she can experience new things and still be safe.”

Rune. The Alpha who had built an empire with his strength and cunning, guarded fiercely by magic and walls so thick with enchantments that it was nearly impenetrable. But not for them. The silver-haired witch, her pale locks glistening in the moonlight, glanced sideways at her companion. Her name was Eirlys, a name that echoed through centuries of witch history, known for her wisdom and mastery over healing magic. Her skin was as pale as her hair, and her ice-blue eyes shimmered with an ancient, otherworldly knowledge.

the shower” Viviana said sitting on the bed crossing her arms. I furrowed my brows and looked at her strangely, either she’s very perceptive or she’s a damn mind reader. “mmmm I say both, but I don’t want to sound too presumptuous” she said inspecting her nails. WHAT THE FUCK ‘of course she reads minds she’s a witch’ Alec said as he rolled his eyes in my head. She looked up at me a bit shocked “so you have someone in your head too? That is so cool, does he have a name too?” Viviana asked intently staring at me. ‘yeah I’m Alec’ my wolf said without hesitation in my head, what the actual fuck “Hi Alec” she said excited he answered her. ‘Alec you shouldn’t be indulging her to read minds’ he hu

Beta Norman shrugged, “would be no use for us. This pack doesn’t use witches except for life and death situations.” “Yes, what was the witch’s name that we used when that little girl Trina got sick? Helena right?” Beta Norman’s face paled. “No, our pack witch is called Jade.” I shrugged, pretending not to care. “Must have heard the name somewhere else then. Maybe Mona mentioned it.” “What did she say?” Beta Norman asked curiously. “Nothing but lies.” I replied and I walked towards the door. “I won’t bother you with her delusional tales of mind control and dark magic.”