La Bruja Del 61 Novels & Stories

I release the death grip with an effort, flexing my fingers as if to prove I am flesh and not another ghost in this place. "Tell me what you need," I say. Her lips work silently for a moment before any sound emerges. "Nothing. It is done. We bless the dead, we wait for the bones to finish burning. The rest is gone." She reaches into her apron and produces a sprig of something green. Not a flower—nothing blooms here—but a weed, tough and grayish. She hands it to me, and I take it because to refuse would be to break her entirely. "For luck," she says. "Or memory."

The force knocked me back, my spine hitting the stone behind me, air gone in a choking gasp. Her fingers tightened. Cold. Unforgiving. "I'll tear you apart!" she shrieked. My vision blurred. The gold flickered – unsteady now, strained from the contact with the crystal. I tried to breathe. Couldn't. Tried to move. Couldn't. Then – movement. Not fast. Not violent. Rhea. She stepped forward. Not toward Veyra. Toward the crystal. Her hands shook as she reached for it, not touching, just close.

Miranda's mom smirked and stretched her hands at Mirabel who dropped to her knees with the knife stuck in her stomach. "Bruja del canal". She chants loudly and a force engulfed weak Mirabel. She groaned loudly trying to resist it but she was too weak to. "Mirabel!". Xayne screamed but couldn't move as the living room was now on fire. A luminous red force in form of rope moved from her and connect to Mirabel's body. The Woman began to recite spells that caused Mirabel to bleed from the eyes as a force took over her. Mirabel gripped the invisible barrier against her will and began to recite varieties of spells that vibrated her body vigorously until there was a release of air at the door.

N/A POV They entered the Necropolis to see an army of the living dead awaiting them, La Bruja sitting on a pedestal, placing herself above all others as if she were the ruler of the dead. As Jacke took the lead, Mallow, Milo, and Gloria split off from the group to divert attention from them; They took to different sides of the realm, as Jacke and Alex led their army forwards, something told them that even if La Bruja would have words, there was no way out of here without a fight, and they'd come to terms with that fact.

I probably have dark circles under my eyes, my hair isn’t brushed, and I don’t even know if my clothes are matching. “Harlow, Brock, why don’t you go home and rest? I’ll call you tomorrow morning to tell you Juliet’s room number,” Janessa says in our fellow friends’ direction. After they leave the room, she turns to me, gesturing toward a chair. “I know she would want you here when she wakes up.” I don’t bother asking why Harlow and Brock were here only to immediately leave after I get here. “What happened?” “A neighbor of hers called 911 after hearing her screams coming from inside her house. The elderly woman claimed to see a shadowy blur rush out the front door. Whoever it was, was long g

For a moment, there was only silence—until something glimmered in the corner of her eye. A faint sparkle. Light flickered against her vision. Serra froze, blinking rapidly, wondering if she was imagining it. But the glow remained—dancing faintly near her desk. She approached slowly. There it was. A book, its cover glimmering with golden dust and streaked with crimson lettering. Sharp spikes framed around the edges. “Bruja,” Serra breathed softly, the Spanish word rolling off her tongue. Meaning "Witch." She reached out, but the spikes pricked her finger. She hissed, pulling back quickly. The book refused to open. Its presence shimmered—alive, forbidden.

Brenna walked over to the maid angrily and slapped her, “Why are you just coming? The maid fell with fear, “I am sorry, my Queen!” “Why have I not heard good news? Have you not been slipping the medicine inside Princess Kaliyah’s herbal drink?”, Brenna questioned angrily. Kenna looked at her mother with a confused face. The maid was still on the floor with her head bowed, “I have always done that. It seems she’s not drinking the herbal medicine she was instructed to drink, my Queen” Brenna screamed in frustration. The dragon only came for her because she was with his child. If she loosed the child, he would not want her again! So she had to stick to this plan.

Then, he immediately withdrew his hand as if burned. Dante held his hand and barked a few commands at Pablo while he pointed angrily at Flora and her daughter. Pablo bowed and helped Flora rise to her feet as Dante glided back to the library. Pablo then held Flora’s arm and escorted mother and daughter out of the hall. Just as they left the landing, Jon caught a glimpse of what it was that seemed to have burned Dante's hand. Around the neck of Flora's daughter was the garland of sanaria that was missing from his room.

At your service, babe! --- **Bonus Chapter** Six months passed. I heard a crazy rumor about James and Yvonne's past. It turned out that James' mom not only investigated Yvonne back in the day, but she even consulted a fortune teller about their compatibility. The fortune teller sighed heavily and said, "Bad match. Extremely unlucky pairing. "This girl will destroy your son entirely. A major disaster awaits him in a few years time. "If he stays in contact with her, he'll lose everything—his luck, his family, even his life."

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto