Mirror Of Witch Novels & Stories

Lily explains to me and the frown adorning my forehead, deepens. My eyes move to rest on Miracle's face. The dark circles are encircling her eyes. Her face is all dirty and pale. Her cheekbones look too prominent. My heartbeat quickens, realizing the fact that she is going to die if her abilites don't start working soon. “ Miranda can fix this probably. ” Lily suggests and I snap my head at her. Miranda is a witch who lives in our pack boundaries. She is the niece of Amanda who is the Oracle.

"It's rude." "Sorry" I mumbled looking down at the table. "She didn't mean anything by it" Darius said. "I know what she meant. She's wondering if I'm really a witch or if this is all some kind of trick." Mira turned around holding a wooden box and set it on the table in front of us. "I am a witch. I've been practicing magic for longer than your great grandparents have been alive and I'm one of the few people left who knows how to work with blood seals."

Her hair was white, her eyes pale as cloudy glass, but they missed nothing. “You seek more than vengeance,” the witch croaked. “You seek to be two. To walk unseen. To be shadow and light both.” Nyx did not waste words. “I need a mirror of myself. A body that carries my face, my scent, my voice. A shield and a weapon both. And I need cloaking spells so that no witch, no wolf, no Alpha can track me.” The witch’s smile was a cracked thing. “You ask for a dangerous craft. To birth a mirror of yourself is to bleed the soul in half. Do you understand the cost?”

“It's just you and me, Gina. She's a witch, but only the chosen one who could free me can actually see me.” “What? Tell me, am I dead ?” “You are not dead, Gina. You seemed to be confused. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gina, the first scarlet witch of the Mirror Moon pack. I bore your father's generation. I could tell by merely looking at you. You not only have my powers but my name as well. Maybe you haven't noticed something else that's similar.” “Something else, that is similar?” “Take a good look at me, child,” the witch said.

He didn’t hide; he burned. “I’m tired,” she admitted. “In ways I don’t know how to name. We put out fires all day, Os. The real ones, and the ones inside people. The witch was here—I could feel her. Not just her. The mirror’s…taste. Like metal on the tongue, like old blood.” Osiris’s hands slid down to her elbows, thumbs stroking slow circles. “We’ll find her. We’ll break her. We’ll grind that damned mirror to sand.”

she added, taking note of the way Mira's eyes had rolled into the back of her head. “I am a beta wolf, and I don't hate all the witches. Just the blood drinkers. You won't have recognized them, pallid white like that, but my parents were Alpha and Luna Davidson. I am their only child, and while I'm not a reincarnate like you, I was the best hunter in the pack, Spooky Hollows.” Nodding, Mira snapped off a twig that was trailing her face and made a mental note to trim that tree. She understood how solemn the memories were for her new friend, and she wanted to give her the silence she needed to tell her stories.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

The floor felt cold against my bare buttocks. I looked at my reflection in the mirror I had placed before me. It was an ancient mirror with a rusty frame and intact glass. Elaine had said that the mirror was supercharged with magic. According to folklore, an ancient witch had used it to summon and speak to an incubus. The Incubus used the mirror to make it seem her reflection was talking back to her. In this intense method, there had to be multiple options for the sex spirit to choose from and communicate with its summoner.

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

Jack's POV The witch’s movements were swift and unyielding as she tossed Simon’s limp body onto the cold stone table in the center of the room. His body hit the surface with a sickening thud, and I could barely breathe as she stood over him, methodically picking up the gleaming axe. The metal reflected dimly in the low light, and a chill ran through me. I was powerless, trapped in place by the witch’s dark magic, my body frozen in fear.