Hogwarts Legacy One Eyed Witch Novels & Stories

Emily snarled, power oozed out from her, turning the room upside down and almost pushing Jacqueline away. "That means he's the so called chosen one and the one who murdered all the witches in our circle." She snarled. "Whoa whoa whoa, who are you and what have you done with Emily." Emily's head snapped in her direction. Her violet eyes glowed and her hair floated in the air. "That's what I was trying to tell you before you started yapping about wolves." She spat. "I finally figured out what I was." "What are you?" "The freaking Moon Witch."

How can this woman look like me? Every detail, from her face to her ruby red hair color except for the eyes other than that I'm like a splitting image of her. It's like seeing through a mirror, like a portrait of me that has never hung on the walls of this estate. "Who is she?" I asked as look up at the old man. "Seraphina Eckhart, Whitheld's strongest archmage, head of the Magic Tower, and your grandmother."

Hal's eyes were distinctive from the rest of the witches in Valve Coven; every witch had been known to have emerald as their eye color, but his was black, a slight touch of human attributes. "Now I want you to close your eyes for a second, forget everything and remove everything thought within. Let your mind be synched with your body." I did as he had instructed, forcing every objects and my environment out of my awareness and harnessing my mind as well. "Pull out your left hand and think about the element fire. I need you to embrace it's blazes and not be scared of it." Visualizing my thoughts I pictured the fire as he had instructed and for a moment, I felt it's blaze and reacted.

There was a silver swan marking on her wrinkled hand, the mark of an ancient House of Witches. Amber gasped. . . A Hag~ The woman was a Hag. The pious breed of witches and the extinct one. It was then Amber noticed the woman's glassy eyes. She was blind. . . But she could see in ways people never dreamed of. How was this possible? A raven sitting on the Hag's shoulder made a low croaking sound, making its presence known. "Patience, my dear." The Hag's hiss made the raven go still as a statue.

She announced before turning to leave. "Impossible…. Then how did you acquire those eyes?". Hattie asked, she was extremely shocked by what she just heard. "I think you should ask Scarlett…. She's the one that got me into this mess in the first place after all". Her face was grumpy as she said…. If not for that stupid head Scarlett, she wouldn't have acquired this nonsense purple eyes. But she was still yet to discover how the hell she acquired red eyes. "Sca…. Scarlett?. You met with her?. But isn't she dead?". Everyone was aware that after thousands of years passed, Scarlett was the first witch to be chosen by the gods as the temporary Queen/ Leader, causing the pairs of purple eyes legacy

Be it the sect master of the Plenilune Sect or the grand elder, all of them dispelled the notion of jumping into the swamp. Only Hermione was a little unwilling to let it go. It was the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, after all. Even an ancient goddess from ancient times had some things that they coveted. “I have the Reflective Eye, as well as the treasure attire that my goddess master has given me. I’m not afraid! “I can chase after him. For the sake of the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, it’s worth it.” Thinking of this, Hermione grabbed the Reflective Eye from her mind palace. The mirror whirled around her, and a silver light wrapped around her body before she too jumped into the swamp.

Thinking of her slowed my steps again. She was a witch of immense power, yet there was a softness to her that belied her strength. Legendary in name and sorrowful in life, Aunt Medina carried the Astral Eye like both a blessing and a curse. Fate had handed it to her as a gift, a rare treasure of vision and understanding, but it had also been a slow poison, gnawing at her soul until it finally consumed her.

A repugnant scent tackled me from behind, and my dragons protested inside my head. "Sire, you're back." I turned around to see Scorch hustling over with a filthy witch. Her silver hair was pinned in a bun on top of her head, and her white eyes were plastered on Hazel. "Oh, dear. What happened to her?" Her voice held pure concern for the Luna. I didn't need to ask who this witch was. Lucinda told me enough about Isis and how there are good witches out there and some other load of sheep shit. But I promised Lucinda no harm would come to her friend when the day comes.

I asked, cocking my head at her. My question made her pause, and she rallied, trying to present her case once again now that she believes she has my ear. “The eye of kharvoku is an ancient relic. It is a magical artifact of immense power. Mages of old used it to undo spells and curses, that is why it is called a breaker. For the spell and potion you need, the eye of kharvoku will perform two simultaneous jobs. The first which is in the potion, is to undo all the magic that gives them their power and the second, which is the spell, will act as their jailer. Any other spells the ministry or even the witches cast to restore their power to them will be broken by the eye. But since I cannot find

The question rose, the witches are known for casting spells and using mind control on different sort of supernaturals, so things like wands, dolls, handkerchief, a string were something that could be used But Trey nodded his head in denial to their dismay. “But he did notice the change in eye color”