Mirror Of Witch Novels & Stories

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Symbols that don’t belong to any common language. A faint ripple moves across the surface of the glass, distorting her reflection. The room dims around her, shadows pulling inward as if the mirror is drawing in the light. Then a figure begins to form behind the glass. The silhouette of a woman. Irena lowers her hand and bows her head. “Mother Witch,” she whispers. Mother Witch—Rowena—smiles from the mirror. “Irena. Did you receive the box?” “Yes. Is it—” “Yes. Use it when the time is right.”

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

“I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?” I nod enthusiastically. Hecate pulls something out of a bag she has on her hip and waves a hand over it slowly making circles while she chants. And then she hands it to me. It’s a mirror. And then in a second it’s not a mirror anymore. It blurs all green and brown and blue. Then the image clears. It’s Jake. He’s standing inside a circle of our friends and two others I don’t recognize. He’s holding something. Someone, wrapped in white. The white sheet moves and I see it’s

“Don’t worry my child. This won’t take long?” Vance stood behind me with his hand on my shoulder. “This is Miriam, the elder witch for our pack. She has collaborated with my family forever. Her line of descendants protects our pack in many ways. She is like family to me.” I smiled through chewing my food. I covered my mouth as I tried to swallow and said, “Nice to meet you, Miriam. Are you sure we can’t help you to anything?” “No, that’s okay, my child.” She placed her small purse on the table and took out a small lancet to conduct the finger-prick. But before proceeding, she asked a few questions.

Felix crossed his arm and leaned closer to the mirror where he could see the current doing of his beloved fiancée. It is a simple trick mages and witches of higher level of skill make use of to communicate with other capable magic users. By linking their mana energy to a particular distant person whom they previously interacted on and voluntarily gave any object that carries enough amount of their mana, that one could use any medium to manifest the image of the link sender. Whereas, a mirror is indeed the best choice. Plastering a smug expression on her face, she once again spoke, "Worry not, I have it all arranged in detail."

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

*(Terjemah : Translation: I can fly to the sky Will never stay Until I passed out from exhaustion Whatever the reason Whatever the reason I need courage now (Gaho - Start)) He did not realize that what he sings now, will come true in the future. In the hidden world. "Sir! Sir! Sir!" "What is wrong?" the voice seemed lazy with a million charms. "Blue cube witch," "Blue cube witch why?" now the person's voice was getting impatient. "The light from the blue cube emits light," Dubak! "What!" now the leader was getting tense, even the handle of the throne crumbled to powder. The fortune teller was suddenly shocked and scared, afraid that his head would fly. "Which cube witch is glowing again!"

No one dared to pay attention to them as they knew they would suffer more, now that they are rogues. "Witch..." "She's a rogue and a witch..." "Rip out her heart..." Alpha Bastion swallowed thickly, his eyes grew large as he was lost in Mira's glowing eyes and when she focused her attention on the mimicking crowd, the knife embedded in the flames soured through the air towards them, instantly hushing them. "I am not a witch!" Mira cried out. "I am not your average wolf either!" Tears pricked her eyes as she could sense the unwelcoming sensations of rejection all over again.