Secret Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

said Silas. “Witchcraft?” Many were taken aback. “What is this witchcraft you speak of, Senior Silas? Why does it sound so mysterious?” Silas explained, “It is mysterious indeed. This witchcraft was created by combining the Celestial Empire’s Maddox Kodoku spells and Southeast Asia’s Taming Seance. There is a person named Wikkan in Red Moon, and he is a notorious sorcerer from Southeast Asia. He’s the one who controls those test subjects through a Kodoku spell.”

Lumina closes her eyes, steadying herself. She lays her hands on the cold surface. The air shifts. A sharp, high-pitched ringing fills the room, but only she seems to hear it. Her eyes stay shut. She mutters the old chant, the one no witch has dared to speak in five hundred years. “Show me what lies hidden… what threatens what I protect… what even time dares not reveal.” The air thickens. The room begins to spin, not physically, but in sensation. The pressure behind her eyes grows.

She was going to make sure that neither the Alpha nor his secret lover aerona escape. She would make sure she traps them both, and they'll be going to hell. She immediately folded that clothes, and turned to move out, when she accidentally hit on something that made a loud sound. And with that she hid immediately, because aerona had made some sluggish moves , and this was more than enough to get her to wake up. She was a witch, and witches get alerted with the most smallest of sounds. They were alerted in a way that it'd be hard to play a trick on them, but then she was stunned when she got to find out that the noise didn't wake her up.

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.”

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."

The witches were lucky because they couldn't hear such a noise. I didn't want to belittle her , or embarrass her in front of anyone. But she needed to learn , and I needed to protect what I knew was growing in her womb. Keeping the secret was killing me. Looking behind me, I looked at Shirer and nodded. She came forward and placed her hands on the door and started chanting. "Aperio, tenebrae, lux mea Aperiatur, porta clausa, meavia Tenebrae, abscondita, revelare

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.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

I whispered the unlocking chant, letting my magic thread through the ancient markings. The tree creaked, split open at the base, revealing a staircase made of twisted roots and bone. With one last breath, I wordlessly and calmly walk down the stairs. The chamber beneath the forest was round, lit with torches that burnt green. Smoke curled through the air, heavy with herbs and deceit. There were at least twenty witches, all hooded, seated in a circle around a sigil carved into the dirt. And at the center… Aretha. Famous runaway powerful sorceress whom Hailey had repeatedly warned me about, Audacus’s greatest ally, lover and weapon who got intimate with both genders as a bisexual being. My vo

"You can stay. But don't wake her." Raven nodded and then she sat on the edge of the bed and took Cressida's hand. And didn't let go. I stood by the window and behind me, Cressida slept. Raven sat beside her, holding her hand. My mate is a witch. Such twist of fate. And I was the only one who knew the truth. She was a witch. A Salem witch. And I would die before I let anyone take her. Either ways I have to keep it a secret, even to her.