Scarlet Witch Origin Novels & Stories

His curly hair brushed her neck as Ken sniffed aloud. "This one is very young." "Her family didn't want her." The traffickers explained, rubbing salt to Ariana wounded heart. "Thought so. " Neol said before stepping back. "Okay. The auction would start after another half an hour. Bring them carefully especially the virgins. Sorcerer like virgins for their sacrifices. " Ariana's heart sunk in cold water. It seemed the sacrifice that Ghost Aurby said was for the sorcerers. Although she couldn't understand most of the terms they used. Her probability of being buy by the sorcerers must be high according to them.

Scarlett had been a thorn in her flesh for a while and she would give anything to make sure the bitch was eliminated and utterly wiped from the surface of the earth. After she made sure she had looked good for this occasion, she wrapped a veil around her face and stepped out, walking the streets till she got to a deserted alley. She exhaled, chanted a spell and vanished. **** The priestess stood, holding her Scepter firmly in her hand. She had a look of anticipation on her face like she was waiting for someone. "Are you sure she is going to come tonight?" Her favorite assistant asked. "She is the last scarlet witch to ever live, my dear. She needs the poison and if I know her too well, she's

The magic that she had happily used to help Rigel conquer and destroy innocent packs, thinking it would make him love her and treat her like she was worth something to him. Once upon a time, Helena had despised her magic and saw it as a curse. Being born as a werewolf who did not get a wolf form on her twelfth birthday, had made her an anomaly and her ability to do magic had made her even stranger, causing her to isolate herself from others. Her family and pack had been supportive and kind, pushing when she pulled away from them and creating ways to ensure she could be involved in everything but it was never enough. Her Father and Brother could turn into majestic beasts that ran as fast as t

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

What was Scarlett’s goal in all of this? “Scarlett is friends with a coven,” he said. “A coven?” “Yes. A whole coven of witches. No one really knew, but she visits them sometimes. Their location is a secret though. She went to them and asked them to make her a potion. One of them agreed. She made Scarlett a special potion, a bewitching potion to transform Scarlett’s face…” “Into Astrid’s,” I nodded. I had no idea Scarlett knew witches. Zane had been right. Witches were involved in this, at least in part.

Sophia said, trying to get a glimpse of her grandson, all she saw was his white hair like snow. "True!!" Caroline said, looking at the damage that those evil witches were doing. Hell, she had started absorbing their energy already. "Let’s tell them who is the boss here," Scarlett muttered, and she jumped in the air, reaching out in front of the witches and wizards. She killed all nine of them in one shot. "What the…" Ambrose looked at Scarlett in shock. He knew that Scarlett was the reincarnation of the first human whom Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not om Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not once had he thought that she was that strong.

The scene dissolved and shifted—now showing her, the Scarlet Witch herself, standing on a mountain of flames, holding a spell so enormous I could feel it ripple across my skin even here. “I made a sacrifice,” she continued softly. “My own soul. My own body. All for the chance to save as many as I could.” Light burst from her chest as she chanted. But when the spell settled, something went horribly wrong. The witches turned on each other. Terrified. Paranoid. Corrupted. “They began killing one another,” she said bitterly, “believing it was the only way to protect themselves. The wolves were not the only problem. Everyone’s DNA… every creature… had been touched by that madness.”

“Firstly, you need to understand that the witches before you aren't you. In essence, no one was a reincarnation of me.” “You alone bear that gift.” "So, what happened to the others?” “The witch. The one who betrayed and killed me, had them all face their death at an early age.” “What?” I gasped in utter shock. “Who is this witch, and how did you die? “A spell of hatred she used. She practiced dark magic. She has always been obsessed with my position as the scarlet witch. She thinks it's unjustly for me to get chosen as the scarlet witch when it should be her. This jealousy, of hers, ran deep. So deep that she came close, only to plot against me. I still haven't eased my grudge.”

She recalled this terrible smell, when once their pack caught some of the witches at the border, doing voodoo. Scarlett knew they had no heart. Their heart had turned dark once they decided to rebel against their coven. Kind of a curse of their Goddess Hecate. Just like the rogues! Even more dangerous! Scarlett's blurred vision snapped up to the woman, alarmed. However, it was too late! How could she not realise at the beginning!? Dark witches could do any spell and change their scents! "Wh-at did you mix in the water? What... I..." She stood up, stumbled and tried to touch the woman, yet she couldn't as her limbs were not supporting her. She was in the sign of paralysed!

“Yeah, hi. Sorry to interrupt the council of doom, but I’ve been dying to ask what he is looking for? We’ve got theories, curses, bleeding rocks... but zero actual information.” The room fell quiet. I leaned forward. “It’s probably something like the Bloodmoon Witch’s heart. Some old artifact… or another strong witch that died years ago.” Aurora looked up from her beads, her expression unreadable. “No. He’s looking for Ethereal.” The name dropped into the room like ice water. Scarlet shifted beside me. “Who?” Aurora didn’t blink. “Ethereal. The first witch to ever walk these lands. Our kind came from her. She’s older than any coven, older than magic being written down. According to legend, s