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"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?"

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."

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

"That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!" The witches of the Misty Forest were renowned worldwide for their unparalleled healing abilities, revered as divine figures with the power to bring the dead back to life. But to accept this role meant a lifetime confined to the forest, never to leave again. "I've made up my mind," I said firmly. "I will never leave the forest again." "Very well," she replied, her voice resolute. "From this moment on, you are my successor—the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest."

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

I was not ecstatic about dealing with them at all, but we would succeed. I went on to explain what their weaknesses were – Moon Fire, other types of light, certain magic, dragon fire, and hellfire. I had everyone raise a hand that had access to any of that. A large portion of the room had their hands raised. That was a huge relief. “The Goddess Hecate has shared a plan for the witches on their side. We have a secret weapon who will be able to draw out those witch’s magic, leaving them human. It’s their punishment for forsaking the will of their Goddess.”

Zayn started. "I'm not a witch doctor," she interjected. "I'm a doctor who happens to be a witch." Zayn stood there in silence, looking at her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to speak to him with such assertiveness. He was used to people being intimidated by him and following his orders without question. "I'm not here to be bossed around by you," she said, crossing her arms. "I'm here to help!”

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

Then, spotting the witches, she screamed at the top of her lungs:"Stop them! They’re trying to release Apophis, the god of chaos! They’re feeding the chant with death itself!" The battlefield fell eerily silent. Weapons paused mid-swing as both sides tried to process her words. Was this truth—or a trick? Darina, Kai, King Lucas, Daniel, Reed, and Jake sprinted toward the hill from different corners of the field, naked and drenched in blood from shifting. King Alaric, Maya, and other witches teleported to the same spot. Julie stopped chanting and hissed, “Back away, all of you. Did you really think I’d let you ruin my plan so easily?”

He knitted his eyebrows and he tapped Hirre's neck, wanted to know the oxygen flow of her body. After a moment of pause, Mr. Zahard looked at everyone who were waiting for his news. "King...Mr. Vermont, Hillary's power os collapsed due of the two forces that she released for summoning wolf. As the old witch doctor...the elders of the witches summon a wolves by three to four of them since they could not make it alone." The witch doctor said and it creates a thought in Mr. Vermont's mind. "Can you tell us what is the cure? I can spend my money for that." Mr. Vermont replied seemed like he was eager to do that for Hirre's safety.