Novel & Cerita Head Witch

Tarin stood outside, practically glowing, and beside her was a woman I had never met, but instantly recognized. She was stunning. Elegant in that terrifying, ethereal way witches often were. Dark brown skin shimmered faintly with celestial undertones, and her long, coiled hair framed sharp cheekbones and eyes that shimmered like dusk over ancient water. Her power rolled off her in quiet, focused waves. "Alpha Daeira," she said, her voice low and clear. "I am Thessaly Moonmere. Head Witch of Seralyn." My blood ran cold and hot at once. I stepped aside quickly and let them in. "You're here because...?" I asked cautiously.

Her's would be much more complicated than a simple hybrid because her father is an Alpha and her mother comes from the lineage of the Dokars, the strongest coven of witches. A growl slices through the air and the new mother smiles as her mate walks into the room. He smiles at her and pecks her head before lifting his child off her arms. His smile widens as his daughter opens her eyes. She had one of the most curious eyes ever, one of her eyes was green like her mother's and the other was blue like his.

A frown creased my brow as I observed the woman with multiple heads. "Who are you?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow while keeping my hands behind my back. "We are the Three Witches of the East," the woman replied, her voice resonating from the combined heads. "So, the three witches are merely a single lady with three unnaturally grown heads?" I quipped skeptically. Suddenly, the witch swiftly turned around, and to my utmost astonishment, the three heads detached from her body, revealing three separate ladies, each with a body corresponding to her respective head.

With her hands on her waist she asks, "and what color is it?" "Oh!" they both say together. "Yeah, she should have silver colored hair which explains the transformation." "So if I get you right, my hair is this color because I'm the Witch Supreme?" Sarah asks and they all nod. "What are you?" she asks Katrina. "A witch as well, Supreme." "And since I'm the Witch Supreme I'm the most powerful right?" she asks again and they nod again. Sarah goes silent and they all watch her, Jason and Lukas seem nervous because they don't know what her reaction to that would be.

Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall. Six large men were summoned by the call. Mathis nodded toward Udora. Linking his hands behind his back as though he were hapless man, and not the one commanding whatever horrible fate he was condemning her to. “No. No! Me! I’m the witch!” I shouted as I clawed at his sleeve. Shouting loud enough I could get everyone’s attention. Mathis looked at the Mayor. “Don’t listen to it. It’s that one's witchery.” He nodded toward Udora meaningfully. "I’ll correct her."

She made a magic spell and the sword had fire wrapped around it's blade. "As for you all, I am willing to grant Crane his request and get your heads for him" she rushed and cut off Periah's head, did the same to Mariah and finally to Uriah. Their heads came rolling on the floor. Having chopped off their heads, she burned their bodies and began to smile at it satisfactorily to herself for a well accomplished plan. Morning came ultimately and Sonia summoned all the witches that had been turned alongside other pack members. "Today I stand here as your Alpha, to inform you all that we would be extending the territories of our land. For it is my uttermost desire that everyone in the pack feeds...

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

Her head is unusually large, looming over her frail body, and her features are distorted in a grotesque manner. Her face, contorted by wickedness, bears a menacing grin that stretches from ear to ear. The corners of her mouth seem to have been torn apart, revealing jagged and sharp teeth that jut out in a chaotic fashion. The sight of her mouth, so unnaturally wide and filled with disarray, sends a wave of discomfort through me. “What the hell are you?” I cursed out. The witch's head, disproportionate to her body, seems to command attention. It looms over her like a grotesque ornament, casting a shadow of foreboding. The stark contrast between the exaggerated size of her head and the frailty

Some other wolves and witches also introduced themselves, which Ellie was also taking note of, but strangely, she hadn't heard the pack she was hoping for. "I'm Elena, the head of the white witches." The woman said, bowing her head slightly before looking up at her. Ellie also looked at her. "Her voice? She looked so familiar." She thought, still looking at the woman, before she drifted away from her thoughts. "Are you okay?" Alex asked.

You'll have use for it-as long as it doesn't use you first. She was right about that. I tended to let my temper run off with me, though I'd gotten better at controlling it. Or told myself I had. The door remained open, the head of the Council finally emerging. Her head was covered, black and blue hood pulled down over her face. As she entered, the secretary cleared his throat, his words escorting her to her chair. "All make welcome, your supreme leader, the guide of all witches." He drew a breath as she stood in front of her seat, hands rising to push back the hood masking her face.