Silent Witch Manga Novels & Stories

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.

" The witch looked at Silas; he fell silent for a moment before finally nodding. Silas 's slit pupils locked onto the witch：“Do it.” The witch could only pick up the two silver probes once again. Witch then violently injected magic into the probe, breaking past the safe limit to stimulate my mind once again. Buzz— My mind instantly felt a stronger surge of electricity; the silver probes against my temples seemed to turn into silver bullets, shot directly into my mind from a hunter's gun barrel. My wolf began to convulse, lacking the strength to even wail, before going completely still.

“This is the most powerful witch in the entire waterfall region. I have something I need to confirm right this instant.” With a sharp gesture, he pointed the witch directly toward me. I instinctively tightened the fabric of my silk robe, which secretly concealed a galaxy of Logan’s dark, possessive hickeys underneath. The witch pulled out a crystal ball and began chanting under her breath. Within seconds, a brilliant, blinding aura of silver and deep purple light saturated the glass orb. “A silver soul for the host,” the witch murmured, her eyes wide. “And a purple aura for the mate.” I knitted my brows in confusion. The witch scanned the bewildered crowd, her eyes darting frantically. “Purp

Mia—quiet werewolf girl, amber eyes, book already open, notebook covered in doodles of moons and paws. She nods shy—offers half-smile, ears twitching under glamour. Class starts—Shakespeare intro. But whispers follow. “Seras’s brother.” “Fire wizard.” “Think he’s as strong as her?” “Bet he can’t even light a candle without burning his hand.” I focus on notes. Sparks dance on pen tip—controlled, tiny flame writing words in glowing script before fading. Mia glances—eyes curious. **Mia (whisper):** “Neat trick.”

Older than the council. The candles flickered and the shadows danced. But above all, the scroll began to glow. Cressida's body arched off the table and her mouth opened then her eyes flew open...but they weren't dark anymore. They were white. Completely white...no iris...no pupil. Just white. "Kade," I whispered. "I see it." "Is that supposed to happen?" Voss didn't answer. She kept chanting. The words grew louder, faster and even more urgent. The glow from the scroll spread across Cressida's body, covering her skin in pale light.

I hear the white witch sigh I wish I knew her name. “Tana is the only creature that can harness the eternal flame! No one else has done it without burning up! She serves the flame well and in return is gifted endless energy. A witch with endless energy could make this world anything they want. It is dangerous and if she gets her hands on it she will destroy this world!” How does she know so much about this witch? I don't even have to ask. She turns back to me it looks like pain flashes across her face momentarily and she pulls her sleeve to her right hand up. On her wrist lays a black tattoo that nearly glows. It is the marking of the Mizune sisters also known as the soul eaters.

Eliza was silent, and I couldn’t feel her since the mind link was closed, I tried to come up with any spell… anything but I just couldn’t. The white magic grew as more began seeping out from me, and I became weaker and weaker. The pain became strong and all I could do was let out a groan and moan in pain. Their chanting became louder as their voice rose higher and higher and when I couldn’t take the pain anymore I yelled out loudly, making more white mist come out from my body and the next thing I heard was the groans of the witches.

I started to speak and she pressed a slender finger to my lips, “just do as I ask, both of you, please?” The sparks dancing on my lips made me comply, I walked to the sofa in my office with Finn by my side. We sat and held her hands. “Don’t take your hand from mine until it’s over, you could hurt me or yourself if you do.” Before I had a chance to respond I heard Finn mumble “ok” as she pulled our hands with her while sitting on the floor in front of us. Misha started chanting in some dialect I didn’t recognise, I noticed her eyes had turned a stunning amethyst purple colour, her witch was out! I suddenly felt as though I was being thrown from inside my own body.

But she could not let the witch live, which left spilling her blood or… She eased the pillow out from under the witch’s head and held it over her face. She watched the shifting shadows cross the linoleum of the floor as she pressed down. The witch did not fight. Her fingers curled puckering the bedclothes and then relaxed. When Meguitte was certain that she did not live anymore, she eased back on the pillow and looked down at Bianca’s face. The witch’s expression was peaceful. She could be simply sleeping however when Meguitte pressed her fingers to her neck, there was no flutter of pulse.

Chapter 78: The Last Light ANYA’S POV A tall figure in the center of the attackers stepped forward with her hood thrown back. She was a woman older than Mara, with silver hair braided with black feathers and her eyes were completely white, no pupil and no iris. “Hand over the Moon Witch. And we will leave without further bloodshed,” she yelled. Mara spat blood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.”