Secret Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.

Angela shouted, closing the suitcase again and shoving it before Gilberd. "Especially Uncle. Uncle has no right to keep all this when the head of the family is already there, "cried Gilbert. "All of this is yours, Angela. So save it!" Dareen exclaimed. Angela looked at Regan, and Regan nodded his head. "The other wealth is in a secret room, which is the big vault of this family. And the key is with you, which is the symbol of the key to the Gonemanus family," Gilberd exclaimed.

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

There was something about their voices that made her feel like she was hearing a secret that had been hidden for centuries. As the conversation continued, Claire felt a sense of wonder and fear intertwine within her. The witches' words were like a spell, weaving a web of enchantment around her. And at the center of it all was Abigail, the mother witch who seemed to hold all the answers. As the night wore on and the moon rose high in the sky, Claire realized that she was no longer in control of her own destiny. She was part of something much bigger than herself, something ancient and powerful that had been waiting for her to awaken.

I opened my eyes from my sleep, and a pure, elf-like face appeared before my eyes. "Did you wake up?" The soft voice spreads, my consciousness finally completely awake. The girl in front of me has a pair of glassy green eyes. She has fluffy light yellow curly hair. The color of her hair seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, and she seemed to be a fairy made of grass and trees. "Who are you?" I was stunned for a moment. "I am Vivian, the witch of the Silent Forest."

I trapped myself in the darkness, relying on the witch's healing magic to sustain my life. "Stop playing dead!" Silas's voice echoed throughout the hall; he was the most powerful Alpha in the pack's history. "You are the only eyewitness, and the only scents at the scene were yours and Echo's terror; tell me, who is the killer that vanished without a trace!" Seeing that I still offered no response, just as he had expected, he stopped looking at me and turned to address the pack. "My pack! Today, I have brought a witch who wields memory magic, and no matter what, she will make the truth public!"

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.

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

She’d been through enough and what she needed was rest, not probing from a stranger or interrogative questions coming from a man she didn’t even know. Men did this to her. Fingers reached around the loaded double barrel, sitting beside the couch. I huffed in silent fury... issuing a silent promise as I gripped my gun. So, there were werewolves… people that shifted out in the thick of the forest. Is that what I was only now realizing? Were there unicorns too? I snickered stupidly to myself. My thoughts trailed back to her eyes. Those startling lilac eyes. I pictured her face as sleep took hold. An odd sensation rumbled in my chest, a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time.

More monsters emerging. I move quickly, slipping down the grand staircase, careful not to make a sound. I remain in the shadows as I pass the living room where Selene and a few of the witches are curled up in front of the television. They look exhausted. Sabrina is still clutching her locket, her knuckles white. As soon as I’m outside, I shift. The moment my paws hit the ground, I run—fast, silent, focused—through the trees and straight past the magical barrier.