Filavandrel Witcher Novels & Stories

Not the woman who played fragile and hormonal, not the snake whispering to my children. But the witch. Her face rippled. Eyes gone white with runes. Mouth blackened at the corners. Hair like oil running through bone fingers. She hissed at Lysander and pushed him back without lifting a hand. He flew across the hall, smashing into a pillar with a crack that echoed like thunder. “You forget yourself, *mut*. I served the First Flame before your bloodline ever learned to crawl upright. You don’t command me. You *bargained* with me. There’s a difference.”

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

"Hh~ I hate this jealousy fight." Hilena hate having this stupid fight with that arrogant sub-master but she needs all the perks belong to her. She needs those for her upgraded witch powers until she can be a great witch. Those jealous acts by the sub-master become a stumbling block for her. As Hilena remembers, the Witch guild in Fure city is one of the Elders who is quite influential and more powerful than her witch-master who only likes to experiment with magic tools. The elder's name is Witch Una; her power is famous at the Witches Coven, Hilena also heard some of her feats over the years. Her power makes her become the undisputed witches' leader for witches guilds at the Beast Empire. I

Celine inclines her head politely, “I’ll take the secret to my grave.” Lottie chuckles, “So, you’re the potioneer, Florence is a Vision-Witch, so spells as well I’d guess. Which leaves Rosie as the Totem-Witch.” Rosie huffs good-naturedly, “You’re very knowledgeable.” She narrows her eyes and looks at Florence, “Has Florence been talking about us behind our backs at court?” Celine shakes her head,

“Maybe she did. But I was just too damn good at what I do to be thwarted. I do not follow trails or scent after all, just skill and expertise. Your point?” “This ego of yours is your least attractive trait, my dear friend. Tune it down a bit, will you.” He exhaled. Then chuckled again. “But do not you think you are overthinking all of this? Witchcraft is not something anyone can just pick up. It is not easy to learn, especially for someone who is not born of it, nor have the ancestry. She is not a witch, Revandrel.” I grunted. Perhaps. But with Baevera Eldareth, no possibility is off the table.

Her fingers, hands and arms twitched in an unconventional patterns. The witches of Illinor were confused and enraged by the sight of their subjects falling one after another. The whole battlefield was filled with icy fog, and ice began to cover the ground. Realizing that she was the source of the deadly element, the witches rushed toward her as well as the Black Shaols. With the iced ground, Faline willed glaciers and sharp stalagmites to pierce through both the beasts and the witches' heads. Every enemy ended up dying by the cruel grip of her power.

She could sincerely see that he didn't do anything for fun so she promised to help him find a solution to the wrath that had befallen him. Helga created a potion that included wolf's bane and real silver, some spells, and many other potions that are meant to weaken, if not kill a vampire and werewolf. She bound Filip with rope and Helga applied the potion on him by cutting the skin to make sure that the potion mixed with his blood. Filip experienced unimaginable pain, so much that he thought he was going to die When the potion settled in him, he found that the urge for blood decreased in him, although he still had it from time to time but it was controlled.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

**** “I have made my decision” said Marissa. She paused and waited for him to say something but he kept quiet so she took it as a sign to continue. “I am going to tell you everything” she said. “ Okay” replied Damian as he shifted close to her. Marissa cleaned her palms as they have become sweaty. “ As you already know, I am a nature witch and I am also the one the demon king is looking for” she explained to him. She waited for a reaction from him but there was none.