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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.

He replied, “Our pack oracle told me and my dad that Dahlia was after me, so they sent me to live in the mountains in a shack the pack had there. I had been there plenty of times, so I knew how to survive. I was like you. They taught me how to survive without using magic and on my own. She found me. I tried to hide from her, but she grabbed me and beat the shit out of me. She broke my legs to keep me from running. I think they may be healed now.” “Well,” I sighed, “now that I know who you are, I will tell you a little more about myself. I am a witch, raised by Queen Winnie of the White Witch Coven.” Everyone gasped as I continued, “I know how lucky I was that it was her who found me. I alway

I demanded angrily and pushed him away from me, my eyes had turned fiery and my hair and started to glow. "No." He shouted and caught my wrist before I could chant a spell. The sparks distracted me and I could not complete the spell. "I just wanted to see her." I crashed on his chest and my tears soaked his shirt. "I know, I also wanted to." He said and hugged me tighter. "Alpha, there's been a perimeter breach." A guard barged in and announced hurriedly. "Get the men immediately," Declan ordered with a loud growl. "S-sir, t-there's a Witch." He said shakily and I stood up immediately.

"I'm sorry; I just wanted to be clear." "You did, and you did it well. I'll respond right away. Whether I joined a cult or a demonic organization, these are my personal issues, so don't try to get any clarifications. Whether you like it or not, this is who I am. To be honest, I am a witch, and I can prove it to you," she admitted as she looked at her. She could see that her last words frightened her, but she still did it. When she flicked her fingers, fire appeared at the tip of her fingers.

Whatever tickles your pickle. The witch, Citra, is a waiflike, small slip of a girl. She is pale skinned, with hair that is nearly white. She had reached the witch age of majority, 18, and had declared that the Meteoric Rise Pack was corrupt. She had done everything that she could to get Nathan out of there and away from Julian. That was how she was brought to the oracle, Michael. Her goddess, Hecate, had sent her there. It made sense, since Selene had said that she was working with Hecate.

Nik went ahead to tell them about the Zombie witches. I could feel the dread rolling off of them in waves. "Do you really think I will believe your bullshit?" Alpha Ralph crossed his arms. "No. But you best believe your eyes." He said and at the snap of his fingers, four slaves pushed in a large screen on wheels. It turned on and then a video started playing—a video I hadn't seen before. A man was standing next to an old woman in a black cloak. "That's Adrik and a witch—an extremely strong one."

“This isn’t fate.” “I know,” he replied. “It’s choice.” The witch drew a blade across my palm, quick and precise. Blood welled, dark and bright against my skin, dripping into the carved sigils beneath me. The symbols flared. “Speak your consent,” the witch said. “I choose severance,” I said clearly. “I choose release.” The bond reacted, tightening, resisting, then loosening with a sound I felt rather than heard. Pain flashed briefly, sharp and clean.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

She had refused to tell him anything about herself because she was a witch. Then he remembered what the elders told him when they went to the supernatural council and now he found out that she was a nature witch. The most powerful witches in history with glowy hair. ‘No, no, no. It can't be. She can't be the deity the demon king has been looking for but her hair was supposed to be red not brown. The only person he can talk to for answers is Rick Marissa’s brother. He mindlinked the warrior guarding him and asked them to bring Rick to him.

"Agatha, what are you doing here?" He repeated the question of the girl. " Nothing, I got lost". I said the first thing that came to my head. "Really? What did you see?". Before Jackson questioned me, Melvin stepped forward and grabbed my hand, and at that moment, I felt a trigger in my other hand. I may not know anything about Witches, but my dad always tells me that to identify a witch, one of the ways happens to be the spark. "Hey ! You're a wizard, aren't you?".