Novel & Cerita Secret Of The Silent Witch

“A member of the Rain Tribe.” I blinked, confused. “But… why? What does this have to do with me?” Her voice dropped lower. “Silas was brilliant, powerful, and dangerous. Years ago, he betrayed us. There was a type of witchcraft we banned centuries ago, magic so corrupt it destroys everything it touches. Silas secretly stole the hidden book of spells and learned it in secret. We hunted him for years, but he vanished.” I felt my stomach twist as her words sank in. “And the magic used on me…”

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

But is it really crazy if I get to unlock my wolf and become normal? Silence enveloped the four corners of the chamber until the Highest Priestess opened the black book and began intoning some foreign words that only she, and the other witches, could understand. It was a black spell meant to communicate with the moon and its spirit. The Highest Priestess kept chanting the same phrases, closing her eyes for a brief moment and opening them with her eyeballs rolling back.

The air simply grew heavier, filled with that suffocating, sharp scent of ozone that always followed witch magic. “Rest time is over, little memento,” the lead witch whispered. Her bare face, without the mask, looked even more repulsive in the cave’s blue glow. “Your Alpha is moving too slowly. It seems he needs a little… motivation.” Two more figures stepped out of the shadows. They held long staffs studded with shards of ice, their tips vibrating ominously. “What do you want?” I asked, but my voice came out dry and hoarse. “What Silas promised but never dared to give,” the witch replied, waving her hand.

“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.”

“What did Willam tell you child?” Ivy tilted her head. “Well that we originated from the isles where the witch trails were and that we are all witches.” Freda hummed in response a small smirk on her lips. “That is all is true, open that trunk.” Ivy’s gaze settles on the large leather trunk stained in a red dye. The metal detailing in a gold colour, faded and scuffed. It had clearly been around for a long time. Collecting dust passed on from generations.

She told me that If I was in danger or I found myself in a situation I didn't want anyone to ever find me, all I had to do was lace my fingers together above my head in the pattern she taught me and call upon silence. It was an old bloodline secret, passed down from her to me. And right now, I prayed it still worked. So I quickly slipped off my shoes and hid them behind the stone basin before performing the trick. The cold earth pressed against my bare feet as I wrapped my fingers together and raised them above my head. Then I moved forward with careful, silent steps. It was working—I realized none of them reacted to my presence—not even the warriors whose wolf senses were trained to detect

I stood up, my jaw clenched, my mind completely made up as I looked at the ancient altar pedestal. "Elena, how do we start the transfer?" I asked, my voice perfectly steady, completely calm. "Place your right hand over her heart," Elena said, her glowing form flickering as the ambient magic of the chamber began to shift. "Channel your Alpha command into your palm, let the royal spark rise to the surface, and then tell your inner wolf to let go." "Perfect," I muttered.

It sharpened it, because the very thing that made me love her — that fierce, stubborn, self-erasing courage — was the thing keeping her hidden from me, and I couldn't hate her for it no matter how it burned. It was Bram who first spoke the name, and he spoke it the way you'd name a sickness. We were three days back from another dead road, sitting in the cold blue light of the kitchen while my mother slept, and he said, low, "There's someone I haven't told you about. Because you'd have gone to her a year ago, half-mad as you were, and she'd have eaten you alive." He turned his cup in his rough hands. "They call her the Witch. Out past the eastern flats." I told him I had no time for stories a

"You asleep?" I was met with silence. I shut my eyes tightly m, waiting for the dark arms of sleep to pull me into its embrace. A second slowly turned into a minute and sleep wasn’t showing any sign of embracing me anytime soon. His image appeared again behind my eyes, that scene slowly replaying behind my eyes, denying me from sleeping again. I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing.