Novel & Cerita Secret Of The Silent Witch Manga

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

I take a deep breath in, feeling my heartrate slow as I exhale. “Cassidy’s wolf’s name is Nina. Now Nina is a special kind of wolf. Some of you are already aware of Cassidy and Nina, some of you are aware of our history and the mythology surrounding it.” The crowd starts to chatter, theorising what Alpha is talking about. He holds his hand up and they fall silent. “Nina is an Elemental wolf.”

I hear the white witch sigh I wish I knew her name. “Tana is the only creature that can harness the eternal flame! No one else has done it without burning up! She serves the flame well and in return is gifted endless energy. A witch with endless energy could make this world anything they want. It is dangerous and if she gets her hands on it she will destroy this world!” How does she know so much about this witch? I don't even have to ask. She turns back to me it looks like pain flashes across her face momentarily and she pulls her sleeve to her right hand up. On her wrist lays a black tattoo that nearly glows. It is the marking of the Mizune sisters also known as the soul eaters.

When I walked towards it, I saw that the door is slightly open. I touch the door knob first and observed the surroundings. I heard nothing from inside so I slowly went in. The room is filled with silence and darkness. I continue walking until I reach the bookshelves. There I saw a secret passage. The shelves are moved in the opposite direction and a stairs towards the basement could be seen. A secret passage… It seems like someone is inside that passage and forgot to close the door towards the basement. It might be risky to go inside this passage but this is the only way to know where is Osamu. Little by little, I step forward and went down the basement until I saw a light. I stop for a mome

Silas cautiously approached the entrance, but before he could enter, a figure stepped out from the shadows. It was the witch. She was tall and thin with long, tangled hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of dark tendrils. Her eyes were a piercing green, and she wore a tattered cloak that fluttered in the wind. Silas could feel her power emanating from her, and he knew that she was not to be trifled with. He demanded to know if she knew anything about Sara's whereabouts, but the witch simply smiled and said, "Oh, I know all about your little friend. But she's not here."

What I wouldn’t give for Colton to stroll in and take command like he always does, and I bite down the urge to cry with the need for his presence. “No. But we do have other means to find out where someone is, providing they aren’t hiding from sight. Witches have ways and means.” Sierra closes the book as though she now realizes we never needed that damn page and fixes her gaze on my slump posture, reaching out a loving hand to comfort me. “Explain?” Meadow cuts in sharply. Getting inpatient.

Silent. Seraya's knees gave way and she clung to the doorframe for leverage. Her eyes hurt with repressed tears, her head spinning. No… not this. She was our last hope. The darkness in the room seemed to spread out, closing in upon her like a taunt of her wretchedness. She huddled closer, though her stomach churned at the ugliness of the dead woman. The witch's fingers clutched some final-held secret, her lips open in a perpetual silence.

Something deeper. Something tearing through me from the inside out. My wolf— My wolf screams. A sound I’ve never heard before. A sound I should never hear. And then— Silence. Gone. Empty. My chest caves in as the memory snaps away. I collapse forward—but the magic holds me upright, refusing to let me fall. Tears stream down my face. “That was real,” I choke. “Yes,” the Witch says calmly. My head lifts slowly. “You took her.” “No,” she replies.

"What do you mean?" She leaned back and crossed her arms. "You know, I am not just any witch. Me and my sister were the hidden ones. The ones who had been working in the shadows for centuries, plotting our revenge against the light. The ones who had been waiting for the right moment to strike. But she fell for you werewolves and got killed. Let me tell you a secret, I am going to kill Salem and his pack too. Then each and every pup, leaving no trace of wolves! " I growled at her, " No! I will never let this happen. "

I can’t decide if I’m attracted to her or creeped out. “So tell me,” she asks, “since I’m assuming you’re not that great of a tipper, what’s the second payment for?” “Information.” “Ahhh.” The witch throws a framed photograph into the cauldron, which lets up a green steam as she stirs it again. “That’s enough to buy my silence, which is exactly how much Ava Williams paid me.” I glare at the witch for dropping Ava’s name, just to make sure I know she has the information I want. I reach into my jacket pocket once more, dropping a third bag of equal weight in coin onto the table.