Romans & histoires Filavandrel Witcher

“It is a shame. Lada was a promising elf, diligent in all areas of study. What a waste of potential, specially this year when there is only you two.” Mother Eva crunches in front of Lada and the horrid scene brings me back to reality. She was lying on the ground with eyes wide-open and a distorted face, black putrid liquid gushing out of her nose and mouth. “May Mother Jörð guide you back home.” Lada’s body started to fade and transform into small particles of light as soon as Mother Eva covered her eyes and said those words. “Let this be a reminder to never neglect your studies and break the rules of the village. If you knew some spells, you might have been able to do something for her.”

Her voice echoed in a dozen tones, each one sounding more frightened than the last. The mist parted. A faint silhouette appeared before her tall, cloaked, with hair that shimmered like white fire under the unseen moon. A woman's voice answered softly. "You have crossed the threshold, Alessia Morano." Alessia froze. "Who are you?" The figure stepped closer, and the fog thinned. It was Lapàtásodà Vàlká, the same witch Seraphina sought, the same witch the curse was born from. Her eyes gleamed with centuries of knowing.

I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

Half an hour later, the healer returned, a look of shock on his face. "Alpha Female, this... this isn't allergy medicine," the healer's voice trembled. "This is a highly concentrated wolfsbane extract! This substance slowly erodes a wolf's spirit until their life force is completely gone!" Valeria's face turned ashen. All those years, every "accident" after Rowan had woven bracers for Silas. All the times she had been furious with Rowan for "hurting" Silas, all the punishments she had meted out. All of it had been built on a monumental lie.

Professor Julio added. " Don't worry professor. I have someone to help me out with that." I answered. " Who is it? Can you trust that person? " " It's my friend. A witch." I said and his eyes widened. " That's a risky move! The witches are known to be untrustworthy. What if she betrays you and uses the poison against us? That would be catastrophic. " Julio warned but I shook my head. " Valeria won't do that to me besides, she has lived among the Lycans Since she was Young. " I told him and he seemed to have calmed down.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

But she already met Alderon, the human wizard. “Ellaine?” Finrod stared at her, “You’re an.. elf?” The first thing she did was feel her ears. Yes, it was pointy just as any elf. But if she’s an elf and she can cast spells.. “You’re confused, Inwë?” Her opponent stood up with great effort. “That is because that Hristoax is both of elf and witch birthright. The one who possesses it shall be the first one to retain familial blood at the same time acquiring witch birthright.” She wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.”That one should be mine!”

How could Alaric! I held his hand and gestured for him to stay relaxed. What the hell was happening? It was so fucking mysterious. “Viviana, there is a witch in the Blood Wind Valley. Previously, that valley is a Witch Valley. The superior of them can help you. I know it’s urgent for you. So, you can go there. It’s a three-hour drive from Samara.” Alpha dad said. I stayed silent.

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are excellent trackers; that coupled with Council’s resources means we have zero chances of remaining hidden for too long. As we headed toward the kitchen tent, my gut twisted with a knot of fear as Tabah went on rambling, oblivious to my thoughts. I was only half-paying attention to what he was saying, something about his sister also being back. Sarah, his sister, had always been a rebel. The last I heard about her, she had gone off to discover Altair and other magical kingdoms on her own. She isn’t employed by either the pack or the Council. It has always been a mystery to me as to how she manages to fund her travels.

“Didn’t you ask me to come here so you could cut your bond with her? No?” “What?” He incredulously stared at her. He would never! Who would dare—Oh, he knows who. “It was my father, wasn’t it?” He sighed, frustratedly combing his hair. Denitslava is a part-witch, part-wolf hybrid. She was once part of the pack but was exiled, as per orders of the Ministry, because of the complications with her race. She’s now a self-trained witch and rogue wolf who helps all wolves around the globe with their mate problems. The most unnecessary and insignificant fact about her is that she’s also Axel’s first love.