Re:zero Witch Novels & Stories

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

No hesitation. She leads the way. Damian follows behind us. The witches waiting at Marcus’s property are older. Most of them. Some look like regular mothers. Others look like what people expect witches to look like. Long skirts. Heavy fabrics. Dark colors. One of them steps forward. She is dressed in deep burgundy velvet. Her smile is bright when she sees Zara. “You must be Zara Vance,” she says. “First female Alpha in years.” “That we know of,” another witch adds.

‘Yes, Alpha,’ I heard the voices of the head Zetas. The witches stood around in a circle talking in low voices and looking bored. Blaise gave me back control and I shifted in the quiet realm and pulled the shorts from the pouch on my arm and slipped back into our realm. “Sveipa,” I said as I stepped from behind the tree and my flames leapt from my hands and made a magical circle around them. “Another traitorous witch,” one woman said. “That’s Alpha King Jericho to you,” I said to her. “We won’t talk,” another witch said.

"That witch isn't dead yet, but she's going to be soon! Now, more importantly, I've got news! Portville has heated up again, so it’ll probably be our turn soon. Just wait! Those idiots are still stocking up on those useless down jackets and thermal blankets, so let's just watch them die from heat when they can't even get a single ice cube, haha!" Charles laughed proudly, Iris looked vicious, while Kate and Arthur both wore twisted, sinister expressions.

"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?"

A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the room, casting a pale blue light over my features as it replayed the scene below in high definition. I watched the silver-haired witch move. She was a debacle - a beautiful, jagged error in the fundamental laws of magic. She shouldn't have been able to summon that scythe. The weight of the Mors Aeterna should have crushed her soul into dust, yet she swung it like she was reclaiming a lost limb.

Zadicus also ordered, wiping his tears to regain his dominant posture and summoning his Crimson Malevolence, bearing the pain in his bleeding arm. “Yes, My Liege.” She nodded, bowing a little when she had regained her powers. Alarming every ruler of Fier to send help if they want to defeat this monster and to evacuate people to shelter. “An Azure witch saying My Liege? You sure have a quite skilled comrade.” Sir Zuka smirked, knowing instantly that Daphne is the Azure Witch by her third eye. “She is not a witch. She is my Communicator and I know. They all are extraordinary.” Zadicus smirked, knowing how Daphne resents when someone calls her a witch.

Lord Elden nodded, "Very well." They continued their journey to the palace. Meanwhile, a tall female witch in a black robe that hung down to the ground came out of the forest. She walked towards where Lord Zathur's body was lying on the ground. He placed his hands on Lord Zathur's body as he stood up. Her black and beautiful lips uttered a spell known only to the wizarding nation. Suddenly a green light shot out of his palm and enveloped Lord Zathur's body. Lord Zathur's injured body parts slowly closed up until they were fully healed.

Gecko releases me and stands beside Corvu. “Oh come on.” Jade groans, “Don’t tell me you hired these clowns to prank me. Am I on a show of some kind? Is that what this is? Are these things even real-” As she pulls on Gecko’s ear he yelps and she lets go almost immediately. Now she was stunned into silence. “How are you both here?” I ask. This time, Corvu responds, “Well, it took awhile for the word about Witches to circulate, then we had to go find one that was strong enough to send us here.”

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."