Novel & Cerita Mythology Witches

No matter how hard you try, it will never stop and it will never move the way you wanted it to. It's really cruel, how it just continues to progress and leave behind those who cannot keep up anymore. [I/N: A witch is a creature of Romania that has the ability to control time. However, they are considered a menace to society. They are believed to hunt little children and maidens in the community and they are treated as the lowest rank of society. Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect.]

At its centre was a circular platform, glowing faintly with moonlight—even though they were indoors. The Priestess stepped onto it. “The Moon Goddess created the werewolves,” she began. “To protect balance.” Zoe listened carefully. “Witches were created alongside them and gifted with knowledge. Power. But unlike wolves… they were not bound by loyalty.” Zack crossed his arms slightly. “We were taught they were wiped out.”

“Every other god's representative had something good to offer, some sang, some offered words of wisdom, some offered medicines and good health, only the werewolves were left with nothing to offer except war.” “The sudden realization made the werewolves a mockery, the moon goddess furious made a pact with the goddess Athena, the goddess of wisdom and traded the moonlight beam for a way to improve the intelligence of the wolves.” “Athena did not have talent, she gave people. From the far off human civilization, she pulled out an almost extinct tribe of ladies and cursed them as witches.” “From then on, the witches served as oracles, they became an integral part of the werewolf clan and represe

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

I ogled at their faces while I questioned them. Melvin raised his head to caution me when Jackson interrupted. "Fine! You are right, we are Witches". He confirmed it, even though I already knew. "Wow! Do you have a leader?". I continued asking questions. "A leader?". Jackson laughed, "We don't need a leader, please". He continued and then laughed again. As Witches and wizards, it is dangerous not to have someone that leads, and most witch hurdles always end up getting spotted by the system, and they eliminate everyone in it..

, he said, trying to remind me that he wasn't a deity that was all knowing - omniscience. " So..........in summary of everything you've said this far: the Moon Goddess was never the creator of the creatures of the underworld, but her power was used by humans who practiced sorcery to create werewolves and vampires, and these humans in question evolved magically into witches, I'm I accurate?" " Precisely", he said, snapping his fingers.

But it barely explained why, for years, the pain gripped me each time I transformed back and forth. Alexander changed too - and I realized my mistake early. We were out in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, in what he called the Land of The Witches. I had never heard of the witches except around campfires when the elders told us that the witches were not to be trusted, and that back in the day, they used magic to seduce the wolves and snapped their necks any chance they got. But none of us had actually seen one. To me, witches were just a myth.

It was the brown haired one again, his eyes narrowed as he stared at me. Suddenly I smelt such a delicious scent that to sniffed him trying to see if it was from him, but it wasn't, I knew what this scent meant, and it scared me and delighted me as well, I was scared that he would reject me just like Alpha Rick did, and I was delighted to know the moon goddess gave me another mate.

But she didn't have any other options. The witches are sketchy. Most of the witches are very witchy in true sense. They like to play with their power of magic and cause trouble with the werewolves. They often misused their power for doing bad things. Which is why they and the werewolves have problems together. Werewolves are a hot blooded community and they don't like sneaky things. "Do you think their punishment is more important to me than my life, Irene?" Athena scoffed at the woman who has curly black hair.