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Rachael began. "About a thousand years ago, the one you called the millennium, the great book of the witches was created. It was created by Amaya, who was said to be the first pure witch to have ever existed. And the most powerful. No one could be compared to her, then and even now". Rachael stared at the kids to see their reactions. She could see them listening to her like, their lives depended on it. Of course, it does. They needed to know what the book was so they could know what they are after and who would be after them, even after defeating Rose. She continued. "History has it that Amaya wrote the book when she was in a trance for a year. No one knew how true that was but everyone beli

Hell, I wasn’t even aware if he had already found his bitchy mate! I had to seek the fastest way to become stronger. I was in the library of my aunt's house, digging through books, trying to find something, anything, that could help me fulfill a specific goal. I had been researching magic and witchcraft for weeks now, desperate to learn how someone like myself—a young witch with relatively little experience compared to all these ancient texts on sorcery—could manipulate things around her without needing potions or artificial aids. My hands grazed over hundreds of different books and manuscripts as time dragged by until finally, one book caught my eye: "Knowledge of Witch Souls." It described

I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy. I've done my research about red hair but the only clue I have is that I was born as a witch. A red witch, a powerful being in the world. In the books, it had informed me that witches had become extinct for hundreds of years and that a red witch is just a myth. There are still unanswered questions and it's giving me a headache. I should find clues inside the estate since it has a large library. I'm sure I can find other answers in there.

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

, I state. The witch looks up at me, feeling slightly uncomfortable as I feel her look through my mind. Not long after, it pushed her out. She glares at me, which releases in me, shrugging my shoulders; she lets out a sigh before disappearing. Scanning the room, I noticed something moving, so I headed towards it; it’s a baby rosy boa, they’re one of the few viviparous, so they give birth and not lay eggs. Gently petting its head as I walk back to the seat, the baby boa curls up around my neck to get the heat that’s coming from my body; the witch comes back with two books. Raising an eyebrow, she passes the books over and then starts explaining. “The first book is about Reda Bahar Phoenix lik

she stated. “I… I already have a book like that… it is for beginners…” “Can you do, what I did just now?” she asked using a serious tone. “No,” I admitted. “Then, don't argue!” she reprimanded me, “This book was created by the powerful witches that lived centuries ago. It won't simply tell you how to meditate, it will tell you how to search for an object among many rooms in the twenty-story building!” “Wow!” I gasped, “L-like an X-ray vision or something?!” I got overly excited.

“If it is just once, can’t you accompany me?” “No,” flatly Edith refused. “I don’t feel comfortable there either way. Rather than that, let’s have you study this first.” Lady Edith pulled the chair for her to sat on before dumping a pile of thick seven-hundred-pages book in front of her. “This are the books to introductory to witchcraft and I— my dearest student— want you to study this all!” She chirped happily. Belle blinked at the pages that covered her face. She couldn’t even see the top of the pile, “You’re kidding.”

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

" She had too much excitement in her voice. So I nodded before I proceeded to ask her what it was. "What you're touching with your hands is a holy Grail of witches. It is too holi for you to behold with your eyes and that is why I asked you to close them. You can witness it by touch instead." Holy grail of witches? What was that? "This book contains all the secret spells and tricks that witches use. What's more is that you can use it as a werewolf?" I gasped. I had heard about such a book but I never knew the name was Holy Grail.