Siphoner Witches 소설 & 이야기

George wasn't liking my idea at all. “A little difficult? How about you try impossible.” He stood, paced in the living room for a while and sunk back to a seat. “Look, there are many unwritten rules here at Woodhidge, one of which is that Supernaturals don't help each other if we are not of the same nature.” “So you are telling that you think there's no way we could convince three or four witches to help me out.” I asked, hoping the answer would be only half disheartening.

It was Thorne who voiced this question. "She's what's known as a Siphoner. In order to wield magic, she has to siphon it from another magical being like witches or fae. In order to rapidly heal she would have to siphon the ability from either a werewolf or vampire. She doesn't necessarily have to kill them, just absorb their abilities the way a parasite would." "That explains the multiple attacks on all of our kind," Julian mused, "but it doesn't explain everything else she's done."

Loss and love collided in me like a storm. “You know she can’t see you.” Dido’s voice slithered in my ear. “So this is your mate? She’s pretty.” She circled Saoirse like a predator. “Don’t even look at her,” I snarled, shoving Dido back. “Blaze!” Saoirse’s voice rang out. “I won’t leave without you. This ends today!” She lifted her hands, joined by Mira, Elda, and a chorus of witches who knelt, palms pressed to the earth. Their chanting built to a shuddering hum, light pouring from the soil.

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

"Sifer witches are the anomalies of our world. In the past they were seen as evil abominations and would be hunted and killed not by hunters alone but also other witches. They were believed to have all died out in the 1800s so it baffles me as to how this child is here" "Why are they so hated" "It's not hate that drives the actions towards these witches it was fear. Originally sifer witches would channel powerful pendants and amulets inorder to use witchcraft but without their own magic they could just be considered humans practicing witchcraft. So, they started stealing the powers of other witches sifening others powers using it as their own but since it didn't change the fact that they did

“Before we… umm… left that cell, why did you say sorry?” “Oh… that…” She looked at me with a guilty expression. “Time was pressing, and I was very weak. So, I had to siphon you without permission.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Siphon me, as in?” “Werewolves possess a certain level of magic in them. We, witches can absorb that magic and use it when needed.” “Sorry?” My eyebrows shot to my forehead in bewilderment. “You mean to say that you kind of absorbed my energy and brought us here using that power?”

I blurted out, and everyone responded with a furrowed brow. “Really? No one knows what a siphoner is?” I asked, mouth wide open. Louis looked more excited than the rest of them. “You mean Gemini twins who are siphoners?” He said with just as much excitement as I. “I've read about them in one of those diaries at the library. Siphoners are rare witches who lost their powers over time, since magic is gotten from nature, and they can't harness it, they could siphon the powers of a supernatural element, like a dark object, and make use of its magic, or transfer it to another being,” he said, demonstrating all the way through.

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

"Do you know why exactly Siphoners are born in witches?" "Yes, Grandpa. Just like Dhamphirs are the result of a union between a vampire and a mortal human. In the same way, Siphoners are the result of a union between a vampire and a witch. That's why Siphoners are different from other creatures. Since vampires are lethal for werewolves, so I know I'm trouble as well as dangerous to werewolves as well. But trust me, I'm not dangerous to my mate."

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.