Phobos Witch Novels & Stories

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“ You underestimate me little witch and so did your mother that is why she ended up the way she did powerless and weak and you dare Alice will end up exactly the same way ,your thoughts where I would sit and let you come to me without out properly planning my victory you silly little thing your mother’s weakness was kindness a little sob story a few tears and she came running to her death the apple after all dies not fall from the tree and here you are right where I want you white witch (amacara) you shall die after which I shall control the white realm and soon all the realms fire surrounded her as she walked towards Alice lifting her hands she sermon her demons at Alice dodged using her po

she sneered. The grating of the woman’s husky voice accentuated further by the smugness of her intonation, Tilla glowered back at the new obstacle, which stood before them. Cryptic tattoos, covering the witch’s exposed arms; they twisted like crooked vines beneath the layers of her robes. Following the traces of the distorted pattern that continued up her long neck and up the bald curve of her cranium, Tilla answered, “Get out of my way, Minorah.”

"Yes." "She is not fighting. She is directing." "Yes." "She is the reason the wolves won." I stared at the mural and my hands were shaking. "She is the reason the witches lost." "The witches?" "She betrayed them. She turned on them. She led the wolves to their hiding places and watched them burn." Kade's face was pale. "Who is she?" "I do not know." "She looks like Cressida." "She is not Cressida." "Then who is she?"

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

One witch, her face half-formed in the mist, spat venomous words, her voice was low and terrifying, “You cannot defeat us, little girl. We are eternal. We will claim you both.” Zoey turned to face her with her eyes blazing with an inner fire. “You had your time, witch. This is *our* world now.” She extended her hand toward the witch, and with a single word, a vortex appeared in her palm, pulling the witch in piece by piece, her body disintegrating into nothingness.

Another mindless swipe like the one he did before and I would be dead for sure. “You can’t kill me!” I yelled, more for my benefit. “I am Phoebe Woods, a witch and the daughter of Junpier Woods, Chief Priest of Arth.” I could see the knife better now. If I could just take a few steps closer… It took another step that had me nearly peeing my pants, if i had not done so already. When I glanced at it, it was staring at the knife. I swayed when it snarled, recognizing my intent. Breaking into a run, I reached for the knife and fell as it leaped towards me. I worked the knife on the rope and drew nearer. Gasping when it towered above me, baring its teeth towards my head, my sweaty hands grappled

His witches lose concentration, allowing our wolves to recover and stand ready to attack once again when the forcefield is down. "There is a weason your kind is afwaid of hybwids! I am a lycan witch vampire, and I am more powerful dan all your witchies together!" Phoenix steps forward, placing her hand out inches from the barrier. She gazes at it before tapping it with the tip of her finger, the magic within the barrier ripples like the surface of a placid lake. Phoenix eyes Dagon with a menacing smile as she places her palm on the forcefield. The magic grows and ripples violently before it is quickly sucked into her hand like she has absorbed it.

Again, after asking Zach to try out his concept, his hand went through the wall without any problems. The female phoenix witch took off for a while and came back dragging with her, a male witch towards where Miguel was. She then asked him to do werewolf was doing but just like what had happened to her, the wall prevented any passage the moment the witch touched it as if it had turned into a solid wall.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."