Romans & histoires Hogwarts Legacy One Eyed Witch

She had only heard of them in stories. She looked at the witch closely. She was hideous in appearance, mumbling to herself with that dreamy, ghastly smile. Her hair was thick and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal, rancid vapors. Bits of the frog's legs, bat wings, and eyes of a newt were scattered around the floor of the room. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

I crashed through the bedroom door, a snarl ripping from my throat that shook the windows in their frames. In the center of the room, standing over the bed where the triplets were huddled, were two figures. One was a warrior of the Iron Fang, his face painted with the red clay of a blood feud, a silver dagger held tight in his hand. Beside him stood a woman draped in tattered black silk, her eyes glowing with a sickly, iridescent light. The witch. "A white wolf," the witch whispered, her voice sounding like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "The legends did not mention she was a mother. Such a pity to end a bloodline so soon."

Actually confused. “What— what did you do?” he said to no one. To everyone. “She was— I had her—” “You didn’t,” a voice said. From behind him. A girl stepped out of the shadows. Small. Barefoot. Hair to her waist, white as bone. Eyes that were all black, no white at all. She wore a dress made of stitched-together academy uniforms. Eya. Darius’s sister. The witch. The alpha. “Eya?” Darius turned. Slow. “What are you—”

“You can’t expect us to believe this based on your intuition alone.” I sighed, frustrated by their refusal to see the truth. “First of all,” I began, “Gemini twins are the only species of witches whose eyes go black when they’re in control. No other witches can achieve that level of darkness. That’s what makes them the most powerful witches of all.”

Although Hazel mostly consists of brown and green, the dominant color in her eye was green compared to brown or gold. Her eyes were glowing in the same way that his eyes used to glow in the color silver when he used his wizard power. He heard the painful voices of the werewolves around them. Even Erik, who was whopping his back, disappeared. God knows where. He didn’t care to look around and find out what exactly was happening to them because his eye was on the little witch under him. Yes, she was a witch, and he hated them with passion because his witch mother tried to kill his Lycan, then his witch kidnapper, who too wanted to kill his Lycan when he was going to show up, then his ex-fated

She was deep in the sensations of being newly mated. I quickly rewinded the video once, twice….five times just to be sure, but that was definitely what I saw. There was magic in her. Witch’s magic. Only witches have that distinct color of eyes when they are performing their spells. Did she even realize it? With the video evidence and knowing our pack was working to take the videos down, surely she would have mentioned this detail. “What if that was what triggered our brother’s beast to press forward?” Ivar suggested, still watching the aftermath of their mating on the iPad through my eyes. “She said she was an orphan. She may not know she has the ability.”

She had striking, brilliant golden hair, and eyes that were a piercing, unmistakable mix of green and blue. Beside her stood a man named Rain, his face etched with grim determination as he fought off Draco's guards. The vision shifted rapidly, flooding my mind with ancient prophecies. This girl... her name was Elle. She was the destined downfall of the Witches of the Woods, a force that would tear my beloved coven apart—but she was also the ultimate weapon, the only soul powerful enough to finally kill my mother, Isolde.

Everest Compared to the other two witches I’d met, Megandra seemed pretty normal. Though she wasn’t magic by blood, she was still practicing herbalism. She had shoulder length light brown hair and a square face. She was several inches taller than me, and she had big, round, dark blue eyes. She’d said ‘cursed one’ like it was just a simple thing, yet it had sent shivers down my spine. Curses were supposed to be a bad thing as far as I knew…The jaguar had come over to investigate us while we talked with Megandra and had startled me initially, but now I was affectionately scratching her ears while she purred loudly.

I let out a whimper as I looked at my reflection. I should have known. I shouldn't have hoped that shifting into a werewolf would magically regenerate my leg when not even magic could do that. My prosthetic was still completely there. My werewolf leg went down to the equivalent of a werewolf knee, then the rest was prosthetic, but it was wider somehow to balance out the fact that my paw was missing as well. It did not affect my balance at all, and you couldn’t even really notice unless you were deliberately looking for it, but it was still there.