Hogwarts Legacy One Eyed Witch Novels & Stories

The third time I bring the bottle to my lips, I swallow deeply, letting my mind relax. When I was in the military, a witch stabbed me with a cursed silver knife. She carved out my eye, then broke the tip of the knife off in my liver. Turns out, it was Kas’s sister Leticia in disguise. Kas used her magic to reconstruct my eye and to take cursed silver out of my liver, but it was just a trick to earn my trust. As soon as she had a chance, she turned around and stole the shards from the safe. Who the fuck knows what she did with it?

Elita I shouldn’t have mistaken his silence for lenience. He was only bidding his time until now, waiting for the right moment to strike. My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the woman in front of me. She has honey eyes—something uncommon for any werewolf or Lycan. Judging from the color of her eyes, her oddly angled chin, and the cold smile on her lips, she is definitely a witch. I scan the underground room—more like a stone-walled dungeon from the corner of my eyes and swallow the unease in my throat.

Her eyesight was getting blurry. As the message was lifted, a red light shone from within the darkness of the Dark Forest. All eyes stared at the forest, including the soldier who was about to behead Anne. Anne lay down on the ground. Her eyes began to close. Their horses fled in fright. The soldiers looked scared and confused. A force suddenly appeared, attacked, made them bounce, and was killed instantly. A woman with black horns and large wings made of fire appeared from the darkness. She is Lythern. The witches of the Sword Clan, the witches' clan with the highest power.

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.

"Is there a way to rewind this and zoom in on her mother's face?" "Certainly," the deputy spoke as he slowly rewound the tape, pausing and zooming in on her face. That's when I saw it—that golden-reddish hue in her eyes. That rare eye color belonged to an ancient coven of witches and wizards. They were the same coven that had cursed my forefathers many years before. It was a look of recognition, almost as if she were taunting me, using my pregnant girlfriend as bait to catch the cat, and I was going to give her exactly what she wanted. An all-out catfight

Her purple eyes widen and she immediately does some impressive flips and manages to get away, but not quickly enough. "What... hmmm...the moon really is powerful..but that's not enough to put me to sleep Adam"Yea well her wobbly jello legs aren't really convincing. I am just going to leave her to it then. "Tch, get out of my way !"I bring my forehead to the guy with one eye and give him a hard headbutt, I lunge forward after wiping his blood off my forehead and land in front of a small pack of wolves who are against some seriously creepy-looking witches and wizards.

> She then smashed one of her potions in her fist and chanted out a spell before firing at me The spell was a blast of a thick fog, encircling me trying to bind me from all sides… Satania, glared at the witch, her eyes glimmered in a crimson flare, sending a chill down the spin of the Cauldron Witch The cauldron witch hesitated for a moment… She thought that the hooded girl in front of her was but a fraud… How can a human posses the unique ability that none but te hig

“Only the truth will show. If she’s lying, we’ll see it.” Olivia nodded. “Do it.” The witch raised her hands, speaking in a language no one understood. A mist formed between her fingers. It floated around Olivia’s head. Then, Images appeared in the air. A vision of the celebration. Hermoine grabbing Olivia’s arm. The fight. The threats. The look in Hermoine’s eyes. Then Olivia running through the woods with baby Amelia, only to be blocked by Ron and Hermoine. The scene faded. Everyone stood frozen.

I needed more tincture to prevent my mate from recognising me and I also wanted to ask the witch about Liberty. When I mentioned Liberty' and the connection I felt with her the crone cackled and I swear her left eye shimmered. A shudder goes down my spine. Olwyn makes me very uneasy. Not only is she crooked and boney, her left eye is mother-of-pearl coloured, no iris or pupil, just one multi-coloured white-ish ball. Her right eye is dark brown, almost black.

I ask. "Look over there," he said, pointing to a rather thin blond woman smiling. Her champagne colored gown was fitted tightly around her, her blond curls in a tight bun and she had the most reddest lipstick shade I had ever seen. She looked like royalty. She’s Lucia, she’s the head witch of the Order of Hecate. She’s said to be the oldest witch alive. She never attends any gathering except when she thinks there might be a few potential allies to her cause.