Novel & Cerita Head Witch

“How terribly unpleasant to see you.” Thalia’s face hardened as she addressed us pointing towards the woman with a scowl. “This is Agatha, the head of the dark witches, be alert of her tactics.” Agatha’s attention shifted to Alpha Henry, her smirk widening. “Alpha Henry, how long has it been since you last contacted me to use dark magic, hmm?” Henry’s face contorted with rage. “That’s a damn lie!” he shouted, his body trembling with fury.

Fucking witches! A tall woman at the front of the herd of witches steps forward while she pulls down the hood to whatever kind of clock she is wearing. "Get away from her" Her tone is calm and seriously creepy. "She stopped our journey, we haven't done anything wrong here," Cal answers her with his firm no-nonsense Alpha voice but it doesn't affect her in the slightest, she shows no fear towards Cal or us which means one of two things, she's either silly good at hiding her fear, or she's one strong ass witch.

"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

They felt bad for the friendly old Seer, but probably it was her time to go. None could challenge life. Both Steven and Amelia had secretly lighted incense for her in the hall of the Moon Goddess. They prayed for her wandering soul to find peace. Once saying goodbyes, they focused on the problem at hand. Red eyes. Red hair. The Scarlett Witch. The Witch of the Scarlett Moon Pack. The pack she found with her mate. A bunch of power hungry, blood seeking lunatics. The pack was infamous for bloodthirst. Wherever they went, blood would paint the place scarlet.

Gabriel grunted with pride. My eyes went to the sword at his hip and then to him. “It is time to unite under a new leader!” called out one of the younger witches not sitting at the table of elders, but standing against the far wall where other Coven Members stood. Everyone around me began to clap as Tia Mel placed a wreath of leaves on my head. It was to signify that I was now Coven Head. The applause slowly subsided, leaving in its wake the sound of a coven united behind their new leader.

She hisses getting out her serpent’s tongue. “The grant white witch that refuses to die, how do you stake your odds of surviving today?” Gwanhoya asks her but something is different about her. She cannot put it to words, is that why Wezhira called her a ‘fellow god’? She continues moving her head around her eyes closed. Genteel does not move staring at her as she moves her head hissing. She is not behaving like a normal human being. Darkness surrounds Genteel and Gwanhoya and Genteel is pulled from beneath the witch by Mukura who is spreading out her hand controlling the movement of the darkness.

" Lucia asked, releasing her leash on her. She was mentally exhausted and broken by all she was hearing. Never in a million years would she believe her parents' deaths were orchestrated by their own kind. The head witch noticed it and became alert. This was her opportunity. The girl had been broken by the news. That was their plan before she came to her. She was elated that her mission had been achieved but she was extra careful not to show it as Lucia was in her wolf mode and was extra sensitive to sounds and actions. "I, the head of the werewolves and the Head of the vampires! I wanted them dead because they were a threat to my authority and power. I was jus

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

'Save our sister' a demand so strong rang inside Kyra's head. Kyra doubled over with searing pain inside her head. She thought the witch she met and the witch who is currently being burned in the pier is the one who was controlling her. But something is wrong. 'Asana, help' Kyra requested her wolf's help. She is feeling as if the witch who is compelling her is trying to break her head apart from inside out. The pain is so strong, that it blinded her vision, all Kyra could feel in her head is the pain and loud buzzing like sound as if something is trying free.

I ogled at their faces while I questioned them. Melvin raised his head to caution me when Jackson interrupted. "Fine! You are right, we are Witches". He confirmed it, even though I already knew. "Wow! Do you have a leader?". I continued asking questions. "A leader?". Jackson laughed, "We don't need a leader, please". He continued and then laughed again. As Witches and wizards, it is dangerous not to have someone that leads, and most witch hurdles always end up getting spotted by the system, and they eliminate everyone in it..