Hogwarts Legacy One Eyed Witch Novels & Stories

Derek approached and stopped at the threshold, knowing better than to walk in without permission. “I know you’re there,” a rasping voice called from within. “And I know what you want.” The door creaked open on its own. Inside, the witch stood hunched over a pool of black water in a stone basin. Her hair was silver like winter frost, and her eyes… those eyes didn’t belong to a mortal. They shimmered like moonlight on blood. “I didn’t come for riddles, Arla,” Derek said, keeping his voice steady. “I need your sight.”

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

I watched in horror as the witches used a spell to blast into my mate killing him instantly. My heart and soul shattered as my wolf was losing control at the loss of our mate. Wolves and witches began to watch me in horror as they all stepped away. I saw a puddle near me looking into it. I was shocked, her eyes were glowing like mine do. Helga stood smiling evilly as she began taking our witches and wolves with so much strength it was terrifying. After awhile a powerful witch appeared she had long black curly hair with crystal blue eyes, she was younger looking maybe in her 30s she looked slightly familiar it was weird.

I was pissed at her silence and turned to face her “Are you deaf?” I asked. “No, I am just saving my breath as you can see, we are in a desert with no water so if I were you, I wouldn't talk much!!” She replied her grey eyes sparkling. I hissed and continued walking. Witches of the white Coven all have the same features, silver hair and grey eyes. I hate to admit it, but it looks more better on Lucy than me. My face is scarred from the middle of my forehead down to my chin and the left view side of my face is wrinkled as if I was poured hot water when I was born, in order words, Lucy took all the beauty.

Halway'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 object 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 its blazes and not be scared of it." Visualizing my thoughts I pictured the fire as he had instructed and for a moment, I felt its blaze and reacted.

I'm not happy! * (Lucid dream is meant by the author is a lucid dream that immediately takes someone's life through dreams) "Calm down, young man, we visit you only to give this," said the lion head again. Now there is a light in front of me, the light gradually changes its shape into a cube and a book. The cube that I saw in the room. "Fight Lucifer and find the seven witches, guard the cube and this book," said the lion head again. I also took the book and cube, feeling confused.

Bringing out the envelope from the dress pocket I hand it to him. “I’m surprised he even remembered I had this. It’s been a long time. And it’s his half sibling.” That was an interesting development. “By your half or his mothers?” I question. “Mine.” He sighs, pulling out the photo and looking at it with deep sadness. “You see I had once loved a Witch, and as kind as she was, the King at that time would not hear of it and ordered her head. She disappeared for some time after that. She was pregnant with our child at the time. Some, nearly twenty years later she reappeared, with a photograph of the child. She handed it to me and then pleaded with the King about the cause of Witches,” He sighs,

“Claude and I would go after them and attack, by the time they are all focused on both of us, three of you come up from the rear and take them out.” They all nodded and then I moved with Claude and snuck up close to the witches. One of the witches had a dark paint around her left eye and she was leading the group. They must be looking for the survivor too. As soon as we got a couple of feet close to them, I saw the circle around her left eye shimmer, then she looked right at where we were concealed and then she let out a bone piercing scream. The warlocks reacted next, yelling as they charged at us.

“And the dragon?” My throat closed at the thought of its eyes—black, ringed with fire-red pupils, eyes that reminded me too much of her. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Maybe it was her doing. Maybe she conjured it. We can’t know what kind of power a witch still carries—not when we thought they were all gone.”