Novel & Cerita Pride Witch

He stepped onto the balcony, his gaze resting on me with quiet pride. “You have awakened, my princess. Congratulations.” I blinked, unsure I had understood him correctly. “Awakened? What do you mean? And how do you know something awaken within me” Gideon smiled gently. “My princess, you are not just a hybrid. There is another part of you that has always lain dormant. Until now, nothing had triggered it, and we did not know when, or if, it would emerge. This is your witch side. You are not merely a hybrid; you are a tribrid. Also I could feel it, so did everyone in the realm. Your magic resonates with us”

Prize. My hands curled into fists. Ariana wasn’t a fucking prize. She wasn’t territory. She wasn’t something to win. She was bleeding on the floor. And for the first time in my life I wasn’t sure if I hated the witch more. Or him.

So, I positioned myself in front of Richard and Leona, trying to reason with him. "Rupert, these are Jaclyn's parents. Her mother is allergic to lobster. If Jaclyn finds out you tried to feed her parents lobster rolls, she won't let you get away with it." Rupert simply sneered. "Mr. Shaw, you don't actually think that just because you married Ms. Prescott, all your poor relatives automatically become her relatives too, do you?" Your two bumpkin parents actually dare to call themselves Ms. Prescott's parents? Where is your shame?"

Better safe than sorry. We have an unwritten rule here, between us. I don't get in their face as long as they don't show their face around here. Anyone who had the audacity to request for more privilages or freedom for witchy stuff,like festivals and such, got their asses kicked out of this town. Anyone who stays understand that the witches here are considered lower even from humans and if they don't like it, the are free to relocate. I can't banish them, like pack members, but i have other ways of making them leave for good. For the humans in town i am just an eccentric, rich man that enjoys walking around like a hobo. Always with dirty, shredded clothes and untidy hair, always in a bad moo

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."

“It’s not right. You didn’t ask to be born a witch, just like they didn’t ask to be born wolves.” She sighed, wrapping her arms tighter around her knees. “It doesn’t matter to them. I’ll always be a witch. I’ll always be *different.*” “Well, screw them,” I said sharply, making her blink in surprise. “You hear me? Screw them all. You don’t need their approval, Prisca. You have people who care about you, people who will fight for you. You’re not alone in this.” Her gaze softened as she looked at me. “Sometimes it feels like I am.”

Girls were annoying. The girl looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before speaking quietly, “I’m sowy. I cawled you but you did not hear. My name is Evewyn. You can call me Eve. But only my daddy calls me pwincess.” The girl introduced herself proudly but got no reaction from him other than a dry look. “Will you be my fwiend? We can pway dollhouse togwether.” She tried again and held out her doll towards him.

The two guards sprouted their fangs and stared hostile expressions at each other. “Knock it off, you two”. Winston yelled zooming between the two. We got bigger problems than your egos. “He’s right you know.” The vampires looked toward the heaping pile of burning smoke as an Asian teenage girl with a long, pink mohawk wearing a blue, amber crop top. She emitted mystical energy from her hands. “Who the hell are you?” “Sardonyx Pryde. The last witch you’ll ever see”. The pink-haired enchantress floated three inches from the ground with an overconfident smirk on her face.

Alpha King’s Sex Slave Chapter Five [His thirst for revenge] Alpha Hades POV. I knew she would be everything a Head Witch would be and probably even more fierce- as I saw the fire in her odd crimson-colored eyes and the sorrow laced in her voice and screams. To control such several witches and protect them she must be bold, strong, fierce, and passionate about her kind. A round of applause to her for being smart and escaping me for the past five years. She outdid her mother with that move but I’m like the shadows never to leave her back until she’s pinned and hanged.

"It cannot go unpunished!" A flash of light, so bright we all turned our faces. I stepped between my mate and my dad. Knowing things were about to get a little ugly. Dark witches didn't go quietly. Hecate steps to Gloria. "You were my pride! You were born with a heart so pure I was sure nothing could taint it! What a disappointment you are!" Turning to Prudence "Have you ever had one original thought in your head? Other than syphoning your daughter's power, teaching her to do it to others."