Manga Witch の小説・ストーリー

"You are yet to deal with the threat you have brought upon yourself and now, you are pulling another! Why don't I go ahead then, and make your head roll on the ground? This is because you have said it and I believe you. Don't worry Ammon, I will not do that, I still, need you alive. The Alpha did nothing but gruntled in pain. Now, Magaritha was wearing a white Cloak. Her hair was very long, I haven't seen any hair like that before. Her long fingernails were painted with a red cortex. They serve to remind me that she was the all-powerful leader of the Witches. Her eyes can not be described but, one thing I will never forget was the fact, that they shone with evil and wickedness. In her hand w

They pressed forward, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and anticipation. As they neared Rita's inner sanctum, the witch appeared before them, a vision of twisted beauty. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her pale skin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly glow. With a flick of her wrist, Rita summoned a torrent of dark magic, intent on obliterating the hunters who dared to challenge her. Amelia and Edna fought valiantly, their blades clashing against the dark magic that surrounded Rita. The battle raged on, each side employing their most powerful skills and spells.

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.

She scurried back to the kitchen to finish her order as soon as her old hands could allow her. Meanwhile, Y felt extremely annoyed and felt his good mood slightly slipping when he got interrupted once again on the way, this time by the head of the Magic department, Mage Ved'ma. "Shin'ainaru majo! (meaning 'dear witch' in Japanese, Y's paternal tongue). If you don't mind, it really isn't the best of moments." Y had to show respect to the witch because even he knew the strength and importance of the Mage and how he had brought the Mage on his side, since witches rarely leave their magic covens and go do magic for shape-shifters, especially during times of war.

He raised one, preparing to strike. But Mochi was faster. In a blur of motion, she leapt into the air and shifted into her small humanoid form—still childlike, but fierce. Her hands glowed with faint magic as she launched herself toward the witch. “Stay away from her!” she shouted. The witch barely moved. With a flick of his wrist, a blast of dark energy exploded outward, slamming Mochi mid-air and sending her crashing hard against the wall. She let out a gasp, her small body falling limp to the floor.

“The Witch Curse is not a curse belonging to this universe. I studied it for a long time, but I couldn’t study it thoroughly. However, it is certain that this is a curse left by a great ancient witch. I can only help dissolve half of it now. As for the other half, you have to rely on yourself.” “What do I need to do?” “Witchcraft is a cultivation system in antiquity that focuses on the cultivation of one’s body, flesh, and blood. The Witch Curse also starts from this aspect. If you want to get rid of her Puppet-drawing Spell, your flesh and blood have to be strong enough, and your will has to be firm enough to resist it with blood energy and sever her will.” The next second, the Mystic Maide

“No!” Screams rise around me, but I ignore them, as my entire focus is on Red. A portal opens next to me, and a black witch comes out of it. “If you don’t want her to die, come with us,” the witch says. Knowing what feral wolves are capable of, I try to get to Red, and by doing so, I make a stupid mistake—I turn my back to the enemy. The witch uses her magic on me, paralyzing me temporarily, and the feral rogues drag me inside the portal, separating me from Red.

“I need to be sure. I can’t go on living like this. On… maybes.” After a pause, Rose let out a sigh, and with a hesitant hand, she took the book from me. She opened it, flipping pages before she stopped and began to read. "Witches," she began, her voice a low whisper. "Witches are beings of immense power. They are not just mortals who use spells and curses. They are faster, stronger, and more resilient than any shifter or human. They have faster reflexes and strengths they can use in fighting or defense."

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

“Kill the witch!” My chest felt tight, I could not breathe right but I forced the words out. “Look at the facts,” I said. “Mara was twisted, arms bent, and black veins everywhere. That takes strong controlled magic. I can barely light a candle without it flickering. My power is new and unstable. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.” A few people went quiet and looked at each other.