Romans & histoires Konosuba Witch

“So weak now...” “Cursed!” The witch screamed, trying to chant a spell in vain; a spark ignited and went out. “Save me, king, I beg you!” She shouted into the fire's depths, where a white wolf with some black spots passed by. It was Conan; even his fur was being affected by the shadows. “Conan?” Tears rolled down. “My brave, are you okay?” His snout turned towards me and then to the witch. “You are useless to us now; return what was granted to you!” He smiled through his fangs, leaning towards her, and black magic began to be drained from the witch's body.

Arianna finally gets off her own witch having sucessfully rendered her nose very bloody. We had one unconscious wolf, one injured witch and another unconscious witch. What caught my attention, however was the little object in the middle of the road.

“There are fifty concubines, but only ten truly matter. The rest are shadows—whispers in the hall. But those ten? They are power wrapped in perfume.” Cassandra, Witch Princess of Obsidia — Cunning, confident, and convinced the crown already belongs to her, Cassandra walks the corridors of Qombinia as though fate itself has laid out a silk carpet for her feet. Her blood-and-mirror magic can coax secrets from silvered glass and turn whispered wishes into binding oaths. Every polished surface becomes her ally, every reflection a listening ear, and she wields prophecy like a jewelled dagger pressed to the throat of anyone who doubts her claim.

The witch queen is a stunning woman with dark hair and mysterious aura around her. "Congratulatins Alfa Re, if the Luna Regina and Alfa Principe would have present here I would have been able to perform a spell and find out the series of events that resulted into bind formation but since they are not present I don't have any input to give." The witch queen responded with the grace and calm.

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

I rolled and hit the floor. Shouts exploded around me. “Lunessa!” a voice yelled. “That was a brand-new fucking table.” Silence followed. When I pushed myself up and looked around, a man and a woman were staring at me. First they looked stunned. Then they looked afraid. The woman’s hand flew to her stomach. “Lunessa,” she said sharply, “since when can you transport this many wolves at once?” “You’d be amazed what I can do now, cousin,” the witch replied smoothly. “I brought you a gift. Outsiders. They were looking for Varik. Enjoy.”

Kitty exclaimed right in the middle of her own words, "You were the shop assistant?!" "Even that big dog didn't sniff it out of me!" The witch gave a cute laugh like a kid showing off in front of adults, "Aren't he supposed to be a, what, prime?" "Alpha." Kitty corrected her, and laughed realizing the witch was talking about Erebus. But now that she thought about it, the witch WAS good if she even fooled him! "Yeah, that. Those cubs with their chess games..." The witch waved her hands again, and went to get the tea pot over the fire.

Kirsten Zūng is the Great Witch. Barbie held up her daggers and slashed through the beast's throat as easy as cutting the throat of a goat. Jucel quickly examined Zabdiel's wounds. The blood was oozing non-stop from his torso and he was breathing irregularly. His arm was twisted while his knee was fractured.

Kiona had her hands raised in mid-air as she controlled the wolf who howled loudly shaking every part of the forest; while chanting the spell in a strange language. “ We meet again, Decanal” The witches smirked ending her spell. Decanal let out a snarl at her old enemy before leaping towards her, she was faster and before Kiona could mutter another spell, she swiped her claws at the witch and got her real good on the arm. The witch let out a scream.

Since the situation had finalized, it was not good to drive Coco away. Ivanka hoped Rosie could be extra cautious with her. “As I mentioned earlier, I’m not smoking without fire by saying Coco is different in the way she does things compared to others. I’ve investigated her and realized that she belongs to the witchery tribe. The witches are good at using poisonous worms to their advantage… Even newborns have to be immersed in a jar filled with poisonous snakes and scorpions for three days and three nights.”