Secrets Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

It's all black. There was a big mahagoni table in the middle and then her eyes met with the pair of grey pupils. boom! A cold pair of grey pupils looking at her curious one. For a flicker of a moment her breath got stuck. How is this possible? No no this can't be him. She was thinking unnecessarily. Then she shook her head convincingly that there are a lot of people with the same faces roaming around the world. That could be a coincidence. As Alice said she needed to move on. She can't hold onto her past anymore. Even though the horrible moments still haunt her but this is high time she should let go of her past and move on. She will keep her secret with her till her death. This is what she

I frowned; she hadn’t used it since her first week in the castle, not including her time in the dungeon. “What are you doing in here?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t having second thoughts. “I’m hiding,” she said with a rueful smile. “There’s all this tradition that Mrs. Woltkamp keeps telling me about. The latest was bathing with these smelly herbs so that I am cleansed, or something like that. I might have run for it if it gets worse than that.” I looked at the packet of herbs that was sitting on the bathroom counter, unopened. I laughed. “Mrs. Woltkamp is old school. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“I’m sorry but I am off the menu tonight, but I certainly have plenty of ladies that will please you,” “You think I would come all the way over from my Pack for some pleasure?” “Then enlighten me,” I inched my face closer to hers. “I know you’re a Witch,” her eyes twitched in shock and my smile deepened. “You might have hidden it so well from the others but I know a Witch when I see one no matter the concealer spell you use.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She looked around suspiciously, obviously she didn’t want the people around to know of her true identity. She led me up the stairs and into her cabinet.

She stayed silent, her eyes glinting with hidden secrets. My frustration grew. “Tell me,” I demanded. “What’s going on? What did the Alpha do?” I could tell she was trying to hide something, but I wondered what that secret was. Although as I looked deeply into her eyes that seemed to hold me in place, I could barely move as she looked at me but at the same time I could see that she had no intention of keeping the truth forever. If anything, she was waiting for the right opportunity to tell me the truth. The witch’s gaze seemed to bore into my soul, but she remained quiet, her silence more unsettling than any words.

A massive silver moon wolf, larger than any werewolf in the hall, stood before them all. I lifted my head. My cold, silver gaze cut through the silent crowd and locked onto a single shewolf who stood frozen in place. Then I spoke. My voice came out crisp and ethereal. It carried unquestionable authority through every corner of the hall. "Carla," I said. "Why do you not kneel before your Alpha Queen?" My words shattered the silence. Chaos ensued in the hall. "The Silver Moon Alpha Queen. It's the legendary Silver Moon Alpha Queen!" "Oh my goodness! That mute! No, I mean, she's our Alpha Queen!"

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

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

“My dear girl, you have to know that you are everything to Dezmon and therefore greatly important to me. Dezmond is my son and now you, my daughter. Your life is worth ours, and we would sacrifice ours without hesitation to save yours.” “Let’s get back on track, what are the prophacies about?” Dez asked, I could hear the emotion in his voice. “Yes, yes, of course. Where to begin?” We all gazed at Viktor with anticipation. “Let us start with the witch...Not much is known of her. She birthed a miracle, a daughter. It is said that this child was a witch but no ordinary witch. She was a hybrid.” Dez interupted, “What kind of hybrid?” “Dezmond, mind your manners, you know not to interupt.” Dez lo

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.