Silent Witch Manga Novels & Stories

The dark sy becomes her witness as she plans to do the untinkable. She sighed and start chant some magic. Her eyes glowed white, her body glows too and shapes of snowflakes covers her body to her face. Her mouth was beaming with white light and fine mist swirls out form her mouth, nose, ears and eyes. The mist accumulates till it became a large mist. The mist now swirls into a tornado. It twirls so fast and quickly enters the heart of the necklace. The necklace now glows once the mist disappear.

Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve. Solmyra, now older, fragile, and withered by the reversed ritual, trembled beneath Serena’s presence. Still, she raised her staff in a last attempt to strike. But Serena had already moved. With speed even her wolf form couldn’t match, she leapt forward, grabbing the staff mid-air, shattering it into splinters that rained down like dust. The old witch stumbled back, trying to retreat, but Serena lunged.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Her wand flicked effortlessly as she shot down two wolves, giving me a moment to catch my breath. “I'll handle this!” Sylvia called, nodding confidently. As she turned to face the portal, she began chanting a spell like a mantra, her eyes shut in deep focus. Meanwhile, I did my best to dodge and fend off any remaining wolves, determined not to let them near Sylvia or the portal.

“Do you have one?” “Of course I do.” Reaching under her cloak, Sungul tugged on the collar of her dress. As a tattoo quickly began to appear on her skin, it began to glow a muted purple. An odd color for Sungul to conjure. I’ve never seen her magical energy manifest in a purple hue. It's normally some range of light blue. Nothing remotely close to the dark purple that I was seeing.

The sweet, musky scent of incense wafted through the air as she poured it into the bowl of holy water. Using the chalk, she began to draw intricate signs and symbols on both of her arms. Next, she picked up a dagger lying beside the bowl. With a swift, precise motion, she cut her palm, and trickles of blood flowed into the bowl. As she did so, she began to incantate, her voice low, deep and hypnotic. "Kimberly Silversmith," she whispered, her eyes closed in concentration. Soaking both her palms in the water, she felt a sudden surge of energy. Her eyes turned white, and she slipped into a trance-like state.

~AJ~ I had the whole forest to myself, I was on the verge of losing control. Heck, I can't believe I was wrong with my intuition. I wonder who the white witch was helping, what kind of promise did that person offer or perhaps she isn't working with anyone but herself. But why? Why the siragon? Did she know about the bond between the siragon and my mate? I'm kind of confused here and I hate being in this situation. At least, I should get a link between the Wendigos and the white witch.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

Velut umbrae dispergantur, ne quis eas inveniat. In nomine oblivionis, memorias eligo et deleo. Sub silentio aeterno abscondantur, ut nova lux oritur", the witch repeated these lines, her voice a bit higher than before and suddenly she pulled her hands away and opened her eyes, looking at Lucien. "It is done Alpha Lucien", she said as Lucien nodded gratefully to her. "Put him to sleep", Lucien said. The witch smiled, of course, proud of her work, "Dormi", and Dr. Richard fell asleep.

Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room. The crowd gasps and applaud, their eyes fixed on the mesmerizing spectacle. Katrina and Samantha come to stand beside Sarah to watch the display. Jason seems to be enjoying the display with her but Sarah knows it's just a ruse. She can see Lukas lurking around and scanning the audience intently. At the climax of the performance, a witch steps forward with a globe in her hands. Katrina nudges Sarah and when she looks at her, she nods towards the lady bringing the globe.