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she began. "A 'Witch', before the Cataclysm refers to those who worship a Demigod or two. Due to unmatched beliefs, they were treated as outcasts. Their close ties with their patrons was envied by the orthodox faction, and they started preaching about such relationship being impure, and that it voids the divine characteristic of a deity, be it a demigod or a major God. Afterwards, they had resorted to the occult hunts and execution." Those information were completely new to him, and somehow disturbing to note. Still, he kept his ears open to listen on what she is saying.

There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers. The Cottard witches were hunted to near extinction as each supernatural race sought to acquire the fated witch for their own gain. The women of the Cottard family were kidnapped, raped and imprisoned, and if they were not the witch of legend, they were impregnated in the hope that they would bear the sought-after witch. Seeking refuge and escape, most fled the country while the rest went into hiding deep in the bayou, refusing to use their powers in order to live free and normal lives.

“You should have run while you still had the chance. And now… I’m going to eat you.” Tears burned down my face as I struggled against her inhuman strength. I wanted to fight, to claw at her grip, to do something—but I was helpless. The witch inhaled deeply, her long, clawed fingers grazing my cheek. She started to chant, her voice a sickening lullaby of ancient words that sent shivers down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst. Then, suddenly, she stopped. Her grip loosened slightly, her head tilting as if listening to something unseen. A cruel smile spread across her face.

He rubbed his knee and picked up a book. Dusting it off, he read the bold title: The Old War. Curiously, Alexander opened the book and saw an old picture of a woman being cast out by the people. She had rough ears and held a stick in her hand. He looked below the image and read: And thus, the witch was cast out of society into the woods. They feared what she could do and envied the power she was blessed with. She could heal the injured with a wave of her hand and perform extraordinary feats, but instead of daring to be thankful, they chose to let envy and jealousy get the best of her.

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?"

The little witch wheezes, being supported by Kitra who helps her as they continue to proceed forward. I rip my gaze off them as I speak with mounting rage and clenched jaws, “Kitra, I’m sure you can move. Take this Reject in my clutch and leave-” I instantly break off, thrusting my left hand into the adjacent wall and ripping something out. A shrieking voice wails in loud protest as the creature in my grip thrashes around recklessly. “M-master Zorien! Please, spare me!” The exclamations of the witch is an offsetting noise in my ears, doing well to plummet the indignation rearing to burst out. Without regarding her, I slam her into the very wall I dragged her out of, reiterating the brutal as

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

I yelp in pain and fall to the ground and change back to my human form. “Master!!!” The witch shouts, running to him as the dust settles. A pile of rubble now settles where Elina once stand. Elina! No, she can’t be dead. She can’t! “Your little light show was fun.” My heart flutters when I hear her voice. She’s okay. She moves away from the broken bricks and walks towards the witch, the Titus, in wolf form. “But now I’m done playing your game.” With a snap of her finger, both Titus and the witch float in the air. She clenches her fist. They both scream loud in pain. Titus changes back to his human form as the blood accumulates in pockets all over their bodies.

Helena felt Allistor walk into the room and close the door behind him but her eyes remained on the group as she waited for a response or a valid reason to explain why they were against her. They were not cowards, each possessing battle scars on both their bodies and minds, but her magic was an impressive force that left mute and paralyzed. The brunette had learned after so long of doing it unconsciously that if she released the right amount of her magic in just the right way, it could make hardened warriors tremble like pups in a dark forest. "You claim she is weak because she has no wolf. That she would taint the Damon bloodline if I were to fully mate and sire a pup with her." He recited,

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."