Novel & Cerita Siphon Witch

he said, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “So, Macario. Know anything about Siphons?” I asked before popping a goldenberry pastry in my mouth. He looked at me curiously for a moment at such an off-the-wall question. He knew me well enough to know that I did not just ask random questions that had no bearing. However, he would not guess where I was going with that question, but he was still trying to figure it out. We all liked to be in the know. “Siphons are extremely rare and powerful. We have not had any in the past century. Their power is unique because they can utilize abilities and magic that they come into contact with. They copy it essentially.”

"Why don't we make a weapon that can siphon her magic?" "Not a bad idea, Marcella, Wyatt do you think you can get in contact with the Yostilanian witches for their knowledge on siphoning?" Dailon inquired. Yostilanian witches were a race of witches that can siphon magic from supernatural beings. "Yes, that's not a problem," Wyatt assured them, "How-" Mariana started but didn't get the chance to finish as Kuan entered the room. "Lilith, can I steal you away for a moment?" She nods turning back to the group. "I'll be right back." They watched as she left the room with Kuan.

“Yeah, look, Your Highness, I admit I did see Lady Williams buy somethin’ from a witch, and I did tell my friends about it, but it wasn’t poison and I never said it was! That detail must have gotten changed somewhere along the grapevine.” I watch Morris’ face. He’s nervous. But he’s not lying. “Fine. Tell me what you saw.” “Well, I saw Lady Williams coming out of a witch’s cabin in Chinsin with a little bag of somethin’, and I thought it might be useful to know what such a fine lady was doing slummin’ it with witches in Chinsin, so I went to visit the witch right after, and I asked her what Lady Williams bought, but apparently the lady paid the witch enough to buy her silence, too, but you k

The circle of drugged humans hummed in unison, their voices a low, clashing hum. "It's starting," Vida shouted over the wind. She and the witches were already moving, forming a counter-circle near the entrance. "We have to break the link!" "Go," Mathias roared. He and Daxon didn't hesitate. They shifted mid-stride. It was ugly. The Siphon was already draining the surrounding environment's magic in the room, making the shift agonizing. I heard bones crack and reset wrong. I saw fur sprouting in patches. But they didn't stop. Two massive, malformed wolves barreled down the center aisle, claws scrabbling on the stone floor.

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

"Then how does siphoning work?" Anda sobered. "Siphoning is a process through which the primary magic user's brain is essentially melted. With no governing force, the primary magic can then be connected with from an outside source. This outside, or secondary, magic user pulls the magic from the primary's body, soul, spirit." My heart ached. "That's awful." "Yes. It's why we stopped Iron Serpent on Earth. If this iteration of the organization is doing the same thing, then they need to be stopped as well."

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

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Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"

Gharp goes to aid him. “Tia,” Sophii whispers to me, catching my attention, “, if it comes down to it, I heard that witch’s amulets can be destroyed with something in particular.” Reaching into her specially sewn in pockets she pulls out what looks to be a very short dagger. “A dagger that has been blessed by the Lake of Gods. Most of our daggers in the village have been blessed, since it aids in killing Skelly’s should they ever travel into the village to harm us.” The dagger itself was nothing particularly special. The blade appeared somewhat blunt and the hilt was wrapped up in a dark brown cloth. I nodded, accepting the blade even though I was sure it wouldn’t be that useful to me. I nee