Secret Of The Silent Witch Manga Novels & Stories

The room fell silent, so silent I was worried they would all hear the frantic beating of my heart. The elder cleared his throat and spoke. “Do you, Aria, vow to never speak of the pack lands or the existence of werewolves to any human, for as long as you live?”

The woman’s voice was eerie, sounding at every corner of the room. “We have been working on your blood during the past few hours, and it’s just about time we find out- that you are really the one we’ve been looking for.” The white-haired witch said. Noelle watched with teary eyes, and tired bones as the witch walked towards Silas and crouched down to tilt his chin upward with one of her long fingers. “Hummm, Prince Silas of the Lycorealm kingdom.” The witch uttered, her white eyes gleaming, carrying the white lights that illuminated the cave.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Her body convulses violently in my arms. My hands start to shake. I don’t understand. I don’t want to understand. The scent grows stronger. Putrid. Recognition slams into me like a memory I’ve tried to bury. Dark witch. My wolf goes completely silent. Not a growl. Not a snarl. Nothing. That silence terrifies me more than anything else. A tear slips down my face before I even realize it’s happening. “No,” I breathe, shaking my head. “No…” This can’t be real.

Gray's laughter resonated through the air, carrying a carefree tone as he leaned back in his seat, his body stretching languidly, "Life has a funny way of weaving threads of fate. I did mention on the phone that I was coming to the East, with a plan to visit the Silent Witch—Shaunda—before seeing you. But I never expected to run into you here. Fate, it seems, had different ideas." The appellation of "Silent Witch" was a respectful nickname for Shaunda,, though she can't speak, her Gift is powerful – she possesses the ability of prophecy. Shaunda's reputation spanned not only within the bounds of Golden Crest but throughout the entire werewolf realm; no one dares to underestimate her. Many so

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

They stopped inches away from him, and the one in the center reached out a claw-like hand to touch the silver hair at his temple. "Silas is a brute," the witch whispered. "He fights with steel and hate. You cannot kill hate with light, Elias. Light only makes shadows longer. To kill a monster, you must use the Dark Side of the Moon." "I’ve seen enough dark magic," Elias said, pulling back. "I saw what the Council did with the Tainted Ichor. I won't turn my people into monsters just to win a war." "It is not a poison," the witch cackled. "It is a Silence. We have a weapon—an ancient ritual called the Lunar Eclipse. It does not give you strength. It takes away the strength of those who do not

Agatha summoned a powerful magic. The black she-wolf tried to move but couldn't. She looked around her and saw that she was held by Agatha's magic. "What?" She was tryign to pull herself free, but couldn't. Agatha sneered at her. "When did you put your magic wrapped around me?" There were vines grabbing the black she-wolf's from beneath the ground and holding her still. "Silence is the deadliest secret," said Agatha. "What?" asked the black she-wolf, she was beginning began to panic.

Mia—quiet werewolf girl, amber eyes, book already open, notebook covered in doodles of moons and paws. She nods shy—offers half-smile, ears twitching under glamour. Class starts—Shakespeare intro. But whispers follow. “Seras’s brother.” “Fire wizard.” “Think he’s as strong as her?” “Bet he can’t even light a candle without burning his hand.” I focus on notes. Sparks dance on pen tip—controlled, tiny flame writing words in glowing script before fading. Mia glances—eyes curious. **Mia (whisper):** “Neat trick.”

I would do it swiftly, while there was no reason to keep her alive, but the witch sitting on the opposite side, her eyes changing from their initial blue to a faint lilac as she traced a finger in circles on Valerie’s palm. “Secrets.” the witch deplored, “There are secrets that are holding you back. You must face them, and find your truth.” “That’s very vague.” I scoffed, “Even I could have told her that.” “Then give me your palm, child.” I shook my head firmly. “I’m not here for that.” “Just give her your palm, babe. She won’t hurt you.” What would this witch tell me that Elena didn’t already? Reluctantly, I stretched my arm across the table, and placed my hand in his, a shiver running down