Siphoner Witches 소설 & 이야기

As I stepped closer to get a better look, my eyes widened at the thousands of pale, flickering lights swirling in the vortex. They were souls. I didn’t know where they came from or whose they were, but their silent screams seemed to echo in my mind. I took a sharp step back, my breath hitching. The dark energy coming off that pit felt like a heavy, cold weight pressing against my chest, making it hard to draw air. Surrounding the pit were the witches. They stood like statues, draped in tattered black robes, their voices rising in a dissonant, rhythmic chant.

Ansel's voice was barely a whisper, his usual commanding presence overshadowed by the shock. "Yes," Seraphina said softly, her voice carrying the heavy burden of truth. "The black witches from the northern part of Titanic Wave are plotting to use the blood of wolves to enhance their magic. They believe that by consuming the essence of the Alpha King, they can magnify their power to unprecedented levels." My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing with fear and anger. "But why? What do they gain from this?"

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Witch! ***

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

Elliot and I walked into the ballroom, and we were instantly bombarded by his siblings, Saphira and Levi. The three of them are triplets and they are so much fun to be around. Saphira chimes in first, “Oh. My. Goddess! Elliot! Elisabeth is your mate! Your prayers were answered!” Elliot blushed and nodded, “They were. I see you found your mate too.” She smiled as she hugged the arm of a huge, really hot, man with brown hair and brown eyes. She beamed, “Dax Dillan, of the Mer-people, meet my brother, Prince Elliot and his new mate, Elisabeth Fox, of the White Witch Coven.” Dax smiled at us, and Elliot smiled, “Well, sis, looks like your prayers were answered too.” She winked at us and smiled,

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

"Well, bravo, excellent. The only error with your plan is that you chose the wrong people. You crossed my territory, uglies," "And what can you do, little girl?" They asked jestingly. "What? I'll show you what?!" I roared, hearing a lot of voices in mine. A black whip appeared in my hand, I slashed it in the air, letting the sound cut through the thick silence. I spun the whip circularly while they tried to teleport but couldn't. "Let this sink into your head. My name is Darcy, the only shadow witch in existence and you are hereby banished for daring me," I latched the whip on their bodies, watching them both scream and crinkle up. I flogged them mercilessly until they crinkled up to ash.