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“You were such a naive, clueless omega. It wasn’t so hard to deceive you.” I flinched like her words had slapped me. I turned to the witch. “So you’re saying that the only way to reverse the curse is to… just let her out?” She smiled. “Yes. All I want is for you to release her. She can’t leave unless you willingly let her go. That’s the only condition.” I stared at her. “That’s it? No blood? No sacrifice? No binding spell?” “Simple as that,” the witch said, her smile looking so sweet that it sent shivers down my spine. “Let her go. Give her back to me.”

After searching through the shelf with his eyes he finally found what he was looking for… He scrunched down and mumbled something in Latin before making an attempt to touch the book… He took it outta the shelf and walked back to the couch… This is a spell book that belongs to the very first white witch to ever exist… It also holds some powerful spells like the Grimoire but of course there's a difference between the two books… The Grimoire not only contains good magic but black magic which the white witch spell book only contains good and extremely powerful magic.. Nicklaus had collected this book as an item after Killing the white witch and placed it somewhere in his mansion.. He trailed his

Jennifer replied, the frustration in her voice thick with anger. “It’s okay, Jennifer, it was a long shot anyway, I was not really expecting you to find anything,” I consoled her. “Really?” Jennifer asked with curiosity in her voice. “Why?” “I just found out that our mystery woman is a witch,” I replied. “No fucking way!” Jennifer exclaimed in excitement. “That is so cool! A witch is involved?” I understood her excitement. Witches were like black unicorns. Rare and mysterious. “Apparently, the Alphas stepped on a lot of toes so much that a witch is involved.” I replied.

I ordered, staring their leader straight in the eyes. “What do we get in return?” He thin black lips gave me a gruesome smile. “You get to keep your life.” Blake was beside me again. “Be careful, Sasha. This is a large coven of witches. Their power is beyond our own.” He spoke in our link. I turned to face Blake and spoke out loud. “Their power is weak and below me.” I looked back to the leader. “Last chance. Release him or I kill you right here.” The witch laughed at me, a cruel and cackle laugh. My body lunged at her with canines already out and ready to fight. My fingers elongated, swiping her neck with one swift motion and killed her instantly. Gasp and murmurs erupted from the witches a

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous. "What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?" The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me. "Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!"

Even if we had enough time—which we don't—there is no longer any possibility of a future between Julian and me. Victor collapsed onto the floor, defeated. I spoke again. "Ancient texts mention one other path: drawing a lot before the ancestral graves. If the ancestors agree, Julian, as the last heir to bear the punishment, could have his curse transferred to his son. "Eighteen years would be enough time for you to find another witch." "But this method severely damages one's soul. Transferring a debt you should repay onto your own descendants will trigger a backlash. As for how severe... I cannot say."

Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her

“The goddess’ blessed witch comes from a long line of blessed witches. I knew her mother and can vouch for the validity of the blood line.” Though the alpha tried to hide it, he was uneasy, nervous even. “Okay then,” he said, and cleared his throat. “So we approach the witches.” Before Joel could speak, he held up his hand. “The witches have cleverly not out right attacked my pack yet. I can’t attack them first. So we can approach them and demand the release of the wolves they’ve enslaved. If their plans are as you say, then they’ll refuse and then we can take action against them.”

Anna cut her off and Mireille looked at her, shock written all over her face. "I don't know. Someone gave me one at Apex pack. She said it was the story of the witches." "Where is it?" Mireille asked with bright eyes. "In my room. I didn't think it was important so I didn't read it. I didn't believe witches existed. Do you want it?" "Can I have–borrow it? I want to know more about them." Mireille asked. "I can give it to you. I don't need them. Except for recreational activities, I see no reason why a wolf should read books about witches." Anna said, about to push the book back into the shelf. Mireille gave it to her back forcefully.

She quickly pulled out the book from the shelf. Under its title was a written quotation that said, "A book for witches." Even though she knew herself that she didn't have witch blood, she still decided to give it a try. Nowo quickly went down so that she could start reading it.