Secret Of The Silent Witch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“But I fear that it might annoy him, Soph,” Caleb added, after a short beat of silence. “You can not go there!” Sophia screamed, surprising herself. But it looked like there was no other way to get her point across. “I can't lose you!” her chest heaves, and Caleb's eyes visibly softened at that, his lips parted, the words still trapped in them when the door suddenly burst open, announcing the unexpected presence of Leticia, the witch. Alarm shoots through Caleb as he recognizes the gravity of her appearance. She was the most dangerous secret he had kept hidden. If anyone in the pack were to find out the fact that he'd been housing a witch within the pack, it'd be over for him.

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."

“A secret University for witch hunters.” 'Another secret.'

I waited a moment before opening my eyes to see Madame Red’s wrist been held by Silas. “Silas, Darling, what is the meaning of this?” she exclaimed. “I was going to inform you all after the meeting but circumstance has dictated, I inform you all now.” Silas said with a slight sigh, openly disapointed that I could not hold the form for longer. “Fraulein is my familiar, but she also happens to be a very powerful witch.”

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.

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.