Secret Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

The man fought to breathe, his face turning purple. "You don't deserve it. None of you do!" the Chief exclaimed and hurled his henchman across the room. "I paid for her to be here with me. I bought her.” He gave a twist to the gigantic vase at the corner. It creaked. The loaded bookshelf turned around, revealing the dark secret behind it. Clover's photos were all over—from fully covered to strapless and everything in between. Ogling with his longing eyes, he rubbed his hardened cock against the pictures and moaned. "You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all."

Julian's voice cut through my thoughts which had my attention instantly snapping to him. Witchy grinned as if she held the world's secrets in the palm of her hands, and maybe she did. I heard most of their conversation before she decided to trap me in a glass prism. They kept records; archives was the word she used. She could know every secret known to mankind which probably made witches a dangerously powerful race. "We did," she answered, flexing her fingers on both hands before whispering something under her breath. The entire room was submerged in darkness for a short moment and then a burst of light blinded us.

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

It was unlikely we would both be allowed to pair with each other, but it wasn't impossible. "Silence," Mrs. Periwinkle said, and everywhere quietened. Despite her advanced age, her voice carried powerful commands that couldn't be resisted. With just one word, every student would stop whatever they were doing. So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy.

"Because I have something you desire. A key to unlocking a power that has eluded you for centuries." The witch's expression shifted, a flicker of interest replacing her mocking demeanour. "And what, dear Clara, is this key you speak of?" Clara's lips curved into a half-smile, her words carefully chosen. "The secret gem of the Blood Moon Elixir." The witch's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and greed crossing her features. For a moment, the air seemed to shift, as if the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation of their exchange.

“ I am not that stupid.” “ Say that after losing that grip of yours on my neck, it's like you are trying to choke me to death,” he said as he tipped his chin to her hands that were gripping his neck because she was surprised when he suddenly raised her in his arms. “ Such a passive-aggressive girl you are, your mouth says one thing and yet you do the other. I can’t help but think that you are actually thinking of hurting me, after all, I have heard from the members of the pack that witches who are silent are the ones who are most capable of killing someone. Witches and people who are silent aggressors are the ones who we need to watch out for, after all, there is a chance that you might kill

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.

THE EARTH WITCHES COVEN It was the first secret meeting of the Earth witches. They were all gathered in their coven, awaiting the presence of the white witch of the Ivory Coast. They murmured among themselves. There'd not been any news from Alora. And there was no more time on their side. If they do not find a solution soon, they will all be dead by the hand of the black witch of the Ivory coast The white witch entered and there was silence. She was smiling so beautifully. "She has found them" she announced. Everyone stared at her. She nodded. "Here is the proof"

The elder woman whom I am guessing is a witch, explained that her boss had gone on holiday and that she didn't know when he would be back. "But I can still help you. You want to know the person behind former Alpha Hunter's disappearance right?" "Yes, how did you know?" "A witch never discloses her secrets." She winked while standing up and moving on to a corner where she picked up an orb. She came back onto her seat and started muttering some spells. The orb glowed with red light and pictures flushed inside it. When one looked close he or she could notice the loving couple that were smiling to one another whilst lying on the bed.

The elders sit in a semi-circle, their eyes sharp and wise, each possessing the accumulated knowledge of centuries. One of the elder witches, a woman named Sefira, stands and motions for Tonya to follow her. Sefira is the eldest among them, her silver hair flowing down her back, her posture regal despite her age. She leads Tonya through a narrow passageway and out into a hidden grove behind the cottage, a place where the trees form a natural barrier, creating a secluded sanctuary. The canopy overhead filters the sunlight, casting dappled patterns on the ground.