Seer Witchcraft 소설 & 이야기

“Forgive us, Luna. But nature’s balance is delicate. When one being holds too much power, corruption follows. We’ve lived long enough to see it happen before.” Before? I stared at him. “What do you mean by ‘before’?” A chilling silence filled the hall. Finally, the seer, an older woman with clouded eyes, lifted her head. “It has happened only once in recorded history,” she murmured. “When a witch took into herself the magic of many others. Their light. Their darkness. Their essence.” Her voice dropped. “She didn’t survive it. It killed her.” Killian growled, low and dangerous. “This is fearmongering.”

Frost spiderwebbed across the stone floor. "She's not just dying," Cressida continued. "She's been killing. Witches. Wolves. Anyone with power she could absorb." Her voice was ice. "I saw the records. Morwenna showed me. Twelve deaths in the past year. All within a hundred miles of Vivienne's last known location." Vivienne's smile finally faltered. "You little seer," she hissed at Raven. Raven lifted her chin. "I see what I see." "You can't prove anything."

“Kill the witch!” My chest felt tight, I could not breathe right but I forced the words out. “Look at the facts,” I said. “Mara was twisted, arms bent, and black veins everywhere. That takes strong controlled magic. I can barely light a candle without it flickering. My power is new and unstable. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.” A few people went quiet and looked at each other.

“So she’s like a witch?” Ashera tilted her head, then nodded slowly. “If that’s easier for you to understand, sure. But she’s not a dark sorceress or anything. She’s a seer. Her ability to see things, visions, fragments of the future or past, it gives her other powers, too. So yeah… technically, she’s a witch. But a good one.”

The Seeress was standing at the end of the table, face still hidden behind the veils. Alpha Killian began the meeting immediately, “You’ve been summoned for one purpose, Seeress. We waste no time with riddles tonight. Tell us what we need to know about Elijah. Tell us how to end him and Wolf of his,” “Threat? He is not merely a threat, Alpha Killian. He is a storm chained in flesh. He carries a curse that twists his very soul,” The Seeress replied. Ronan leaned forward, “A curse? You mean to tell me his strength comes not from training or bloodline, but witchcraft?”

- She places her hand on her chest and lowers her head with her eyes closed. - Your people? - No, my half blood. He forgot? I am an unwanted and blessed fruit. She rolls her eyes but I can see her pain. - You said you have opposing forces. Are Warlocks and Seelies rivals? - She smile - Knowledge - She points her finger at me and I roll my eyes. - Seelies receive their power from nature, they are life, their Goddess is Mother Nature. Already witches come from external sources, mystical and chemistry involving shadows or death. They are not enemies, but the culture and being are completely opposite. I am a forbidden fruit, misunderstood and unlikely to exist. - She laughs and I smile.

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

"You are right there, but how are we going to convince that demon" "She's a witch and a seer so she would know If we are telling the truth or not" I said I know you might be wondering why she didn't see anything about her father if this was true, but a seer's gift is not for their gain. It's for the goddess's purpose. A seer is like a goddess on earth, the same way the goddess knows things and sees things about everyone is the same way a seer sees and knows things. The only difference is just that.

I hate doing this over the phone, but I have no choice and honestly I feel like shit for keeping this from you,” Here it comes. She’s about to tell me some off the wall shit and I’m going to lose it, “I’m a Seer.” I stopped chewing my fingernail and scrunched my face up, “Okay. What the fuck is a Seer? Is that some sort of psychic shit?” She laughed again, “Kind of. But on a level beyond a medium or a stupid fortune teller. I can read minds, see things before they happen, and I can alter reality as I see fit. The witchy gene didn’t exactly skip me I just picked up some different powers. I also protect our coven from any future threats.” I sighed and poked at the bun on top of my head, “Why d

“That’s a question you must answer yourself. But know this—your mother came from a lineage long forgotten by the wolves and shunned by the fae. She carried the blood of a Seidr-born. An oracle of old magic. And now, so do you.” Serena shook her head, still trying to make sense of it. Seidr-born. She had heard that word once, maybe in a story when she was a child. People whispered of Seidr witches—ancient beings tied to the divine threads of fate, life, and death. Their magic wasn’t trained—it awakened. Sometimes violently. They could heal, destroy, move between realms, and reach through time. They were feared more than revered. And hunted. “No… this can’t be true,” she said under her breath,