Novel & Cerita Mirror Mirror Witch

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

"I'm sorry; I just wanted to be clear." "You did, and you did it well. I'll respond right away. Whether I joined a cult or a demonic organization, these are my personal issues, so don't try to get any clarifications. Whether you like it or not, this is who I am. To be honest, I am a witch, and I can prove it to you," she admitted as she looked at her. She could see that her last words frightened her, but she still did it. When she flicked her fingers, fire appeared at the tip of her fingers.

Prince Evan said. I gasped. Mirror of the past is one of the legendary possessions of the seven first queen witches. In the books I have read, it holds the power to make someone see any events that happened in the past. But how did they find it within that small span of time? The king was silenced. "Yes, Father. We would know what really happened through the mirror," Demitri said as he advanced, voice very calm as if he is very sure of what will everyone see in the mirror.

As soon as everyone else settled with their works, Lexi closed her eyes. “Whatever you see in the mirror, do not respond to it. It might be the reflection of your loved ones but trust me, they have no business entering the world of the living,” Lexi said, looking at the faces one by one in the room. “It could be Mira’s reflection.” Everyone nodded. Lexi pressed her palm against the mirror and began to enchant an ancient language that only blood sorceress understood. Wind was bellowing strongly into the room. Thunders and lightning exploded in the sky. Suddenly, the mirror was engulfed in black flame.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Kiretana interrupted, “She was an actual cow… on a human farm in the White Mountains, and he changed her. When father’s warriors brought him home, their wizard forgot her. Is it a problem?” “Oh, no problem.” The witch sounded unconcerned. “Locatus Bovinus.” Blue swirled in the water, and they saw an image of a beautiful woman standing in the sunshine hanging sheets. Tauran gasped as Daisy stretched her shoulder, then looked around. She was the most perfect female he had ever seen. “Her.” The witch sprinkled colored sand on the mirror in the water, chanted a few more strange words, then poured out the bowl and put it in the tiny bag. She handed him the mirror. “Here, now you can see her at an

"The party is for a reason, Ace, remember that," "But I want you now," he whined. "I've been meaning to ask, why don't you have a mirror reflection?" "Shadow witches don't have reflections," "You are not just a shadow witch, you have human and other witch blood running through your veins," he pushed me forward. "Look closer and try not to think about you not having a reflection, think about you standing in front of me, try, Marinette." I inhaled and looked into the mirror closer, focusing my thoughts on the night he made love to me. My cheeks turned pink, I could see…

She looked at me, shocked. “How did you know?” “She’s a Mirror worker,” I stated. “They are rare and powerful. There was no way a child of a half witch and half sorceress could be a mirror worker without there being some pretty powerful sorcerer juice in the mix.” She looked impressed that I even knew that “Mr Hagen” she said seductively “Have you been doing your homework?” and I chuckled. “Hey I can read,” I said, mock offended, and she kissed me again.

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

Tears were running down my cheeks, the pain was so intense. “You will see every part, that's what I get paid for.” said the witch. “She wants you to see her making love to your lover.” “I do not care what she wants, I will not watch anymore.” I said and looked away again. “When the mirror turns purple, he will confirm that he has penetrated and the spell will be complete. He will be in love with Karly as soon as his manhood penetrates her. It's very simple...”