Smurfs Witchcraft นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“Kill the witch!” My chest felt tight, I could not breathe right but I forced the words out. “Look at the facts,” I said. “Mara was twisted, arms bent, and black veins everywhere. That takes strong controlled magic. I can barely light a candle without it flickering. My power is new and unstable. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.” A few people went quiet and looked at each other.

So Saintmau remained a mystery until now. Those witches have started forming a fearsome army against the wolves by performing special rituals on humans during no moon nights. Those humans who become werewolves due to the rituals are very different from bite-in werewolves or born werewolves. They are called Vargulf werewolves. Through their witchcraft, these witches make ointments for humans and curse them to transform into werewolves, which usually take place without a full moon night due to which they become mentally and physically unstable.

“It smells… strange. Not a wolf. Not human either. What is it?” I clenched my jaw, my claws digging into the damp soil. “Witchcraft,” I growled. “Someone inside that pack is playing with fire.” Marek spat to the side. “So what? Let them summon their little tricks. We’ll tear through them before they even finish their chants.” I turned sharply, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the nearest tree. My fangs bared, my voice thundered in his face. “Do not underestimate this. Do you think I don’t know the cost of witchcraft? I’ve seen entire packs burned to ash because of one spell cast wrong. If they’re desperate enough to call on her, then we’re not just fighting wolves anymore.

Mar repeated the drawing over the first one with silvery sand and suddenly cried out: - Furfur! - Go away, Mar, then I myself. Melissa tossed her bag aside, her eyes fixed on a male figure with branching deer antlers and bat wings. Her hands rested on the pentagram, causing the gunpowder to flare up and turn the silvery dust into a viscous mass that completes the magic circle. “Help me, spirits of the dead witches of Cleves, are you here?” She tossed her head and rose into the air, spinning a fiery whirlwind under her. “Where else would you be if not in the Underworld.

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery

Witch! ***

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous. "What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?" The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me. "Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!"

Apparently the court witches of Harvest Moon were quite notoriously spoilt. Now it looked nothing like it. The large clear crystal in the middle was smashed in half, water drained from the well. All the plant life had long since died and turned to dust on the floor. Cobwebs and rat droppings were on the floors. Every work table and glass container was either missing or smashed to bits. No spell book or elixir ingredient was in sight. However what we could see was Sadie sat middle of the room at one of the partially usable tables. Simon was in front of her squirming and cursing as she nursed wounds on his face and body. "What are you doing here?" Gerwulf mused.

Root of hemlock digg 'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Second Witch Cool it with a baboon’s blood, Then the charm is firm and good”. I make a disgusted face. “Is that what's in the mix ? Are we having our hands in newt eyes and mummies ?” Yes, we do, my dear”. Siri puts a basket on the table, filled with different glasses of herbs.