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"Immortality, and more." Erin's eyes gleamed. "Begin the ritual." The witch's gaze returned to Aria. "Let us unleash the beast within." The witch's voice rose in a chant. As her hand touched the glass, a blinding flash of electricity erupted. The witch flew across the room, crashing to the floor. Erin rushed to her side. "Old one!" Erin exclaimed. The witch coughed, blood trickling from her lips. "Her power...it's incredible," Erin whispered.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

She wanted to give him pups. "Name it." "Three things." The witch began laying out objects on the altar. "First, blood of the betrayed." She pointed to Tank's MC cut, which Roxy had stolen. Her brother's blood still stained the leather from when she'd knocked him unconscious to escape. He wasn't her brother anymore. "Second, essence of the claim." She placed a silver bowl on the altar. "You'll need something from their claiming night. Hair, skin, blood – anything that holds the power of their bond."

Most dark witches will stay away from sacrifices, as the price you pay for using this kind of dark magic usually ends with the loss of your soul. I stand there and watch as this witch continues on with her ritual.It takes her a while to open up the portal to wherever she is trying to release someone from. She is talking in a language that I don't understand. As she gets closer to the end of the ritual, the more powerful it becomes. I can feel the dark magic all around me, and it makes my skin crawl.Once she finally finishes the ritual, a giant of a man walks out of the portal. He is easily 7ft, with long dirty blonde hair, he has a massive body frame. He looks like he has worked out in the g

ERETRIA’S POV Finally I found the power to release myself from that vermin’s body. He had gone so far away from the wolf Kingdom of Alpha Zephyr, by then. The crowd was afraid the alpha would put two and two together and realize he was helping the witch. As much It disgusted me to think I let such a useless oaf help me, I was somewhat glad because his running away have me time to drain his essence and return to my form but that cost his life.

I love you so much Ivar, and there is nothing that you will ever do to make me angry," she said. After some minutes of pure emotional display, we broke off the hug, while wiping our tears and sniffing our noses. I watched my mother go to her room where she brought out a very old-looking native pot. She set it down on a table and opened it. She brought out some black baby hair and a white cloth stained with what I assume is blood. "Ivar, I, your mother today release you from every enchantment, curse, or spell, by my, doing or any other person under the planet or anywhere in the world, be it living or dead, you are free to be who you were born to be. Ivar Owens, first of his kind, First son of

AURORA'S POV There was a huge mansion in woods which was white in colour with cream interior. The place gives a warm vibe but I know from far that this is going to be a hell of a ride for me. I should find a way and escape from here as soon as possible. I couldn’t escape in car because I was all panicked and was not that good in teleportation spell. I needed some time in peace so that I get the spell to work but the nerves ponding against my skin made me dumb as they said what a weak witch I am. My parents would be really disappointed in me. As soon as I was thrown into a dark room my restrains were opened letting me feel my sore hands. These motherfuckers tied them pretty tight. The darknes

A male witch came racing into the room, magic buzzing around him. With a growl, Joel leapt off the table and tackled him to the ground. The next one to come in, Gail hit by the latch of the leash. The witch gasped, holding his now bleeding cheek and eyes wide. Gail swung the leash over her head, muttering the incantation, and hit the witch again, knocking him out. A third witch came racing in, followed by a fourth. Joel took one and Gail grabbed her bat, swinging it at the other one. She missed, and the witch hit her with a ball of energy.

"I see my son has finally proposed to me." "Yes, he did; you raised a good son. You should be proud of him and forgive him for all the stupid things he has done in the past." "I should thank you; you reunited us as a family. We finally felt free after we opened up to each other." "It's toxic to keep things bottled up. You might end up being referred to as a black witch or wizard." "While we're on the subject, I heard some people refer to you as a white witch. "What's the deal with that?"

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."