Son Of A Witch Book の小説・ストーリー

I yelled in pain I tried to get up but it was of no use, I could already feel him coming. I began to push and soon I heard the cry of my baby boy. Mary wrapped him in a blanket that was already in her car, as if she was waiting for me to deliver all along. I held my son in my arms for the first time and I felt completely whole again. But then the strangest thing happened, my newborn son turned into a wolf and then back to a human. I stared at him in shock and then at Mary. " Wolves exist Claire, and your son is one of them. I am a witch and I can help you" she said

“I Got beaten pretty badly before Soleil stopped them, and I couldn’t get out into the moonlight to speed up the healing” “Her again, Soleil”. My father’s lips pull up, so I can just Exactly see his teeth. “She saved me, dad. She saved Andy”. “She is a witch Luca. And she can stop the three others, much more experienced ones, as you say, what else can she do ?” “She isn’t evil, dad ! I know her. She isn’t like them”. I look down. I don’t want her to be like them.

His eyes filled with amusement as he looked down at me and I flushed in embarrassment as his gaze returned to the spiraling stone staircase," I have improved upon my powers a lot now that I no longer have that binding spell on me. There are a few magick users in this pack, and of course... my mother." "Your mother? How is that possible? I thought that Luna Hylda had her executed the night you were born," I gawked up at him and he only smiled, shaking his head as we reached the landing of the staircase. I looked over and felt amazed. It was obvious a powerful witch like his mother was around. The walls were lined with specimens and old looking leather books. In the middle was herb garden, sma

“Well, it’s like an occult group. They grant solution to every problem, my parents wanted a child so bad that they consulted them. I was born after, when I was six, they wanted me back for some big ritual. My parents used the last pint of their blood to see that I was cleansed. I thought I was free, up until now. They’re after our son. I didn’t think cleansing would be necessary because I’m free but I was wrong. Since they didn’t get to me, they would surely get to my son.” Christine explained. “But you can turn on the full moon, the wolf blood witches can’t. Their witch part is dominant over their wolf.” Oliver said, confused because it wasn’t adding up.

“Yes.” “Wow,” she said in equal measure of awe and horror. This book was a deabru spellbook of sorts. It had caused more than its fair share of havoc on her family. The spell that tore her dad’s soul in two, causing him to live a split existence as twins for hundreds of years came from that book. The spell that killed Balric the Betrayer’s son came from the same book and started a spur of murders through him, Mom, and Ian that took almost a hundred werewolf lives cause of it.

"I will ignore the disrespect in that comment this time, as you are my friend, but there was nothing ordinary or low about her and she definitely wasn't a whore. She is the eldest daughter of the Vampire King and his Werewolf Queen." "So she is a hybrid. I thought she was just a vampire. That's what your father told me and that explains why it took so long for the silver to kick in, to have any effect on her. It wasn't just fighting to weaken her vampire, but to weaken her wolf as well. Well, damn me... Oops!!!" he smirks, "You know it's a pity you and your sister called in the King. I was looking forward to my turn with her. I have never had the pleasure of forcing a vampire or even a part

I said. “Grand witch Evanore Cinnabar Thornheart the descendant of Hekate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and the queen of creatures of the night; the goddess capable of walking through realms like doorways. That explains your aura,” he said. I tried to hide my shock. I was not aware there were people who have such thorough detail about my mother. It made me relax, giving me a sense of safety that I did not need to hide from him. “My aura?” I repeated, giving him a teasing smirk.

As the days went by, his obsession deepened and he started taking action in his plan to take down his father when, in the late afternoon, he sent someone to call him. He is standing in front of his father, who is sitting confidently on his throne. "I want you to meet someone," his father said, and waved his hands. gesturring one of his people to open the door for that someone to enter. Klaus glanced back, but not facing that someone, and glanced back at his father. "She is a witch." The steps were getting louder and louder until Klaus smelled some alluring scent that he couldn’t help himself to turn around to face that someone. Seeing the witch and looking at her straight in the eyes, "MINE!

His mother flew back and hot smashed against the door. "How dare you think of turning your son into a murderer!?" Aloha gritted her teeth, rising up with great effort. "He's my son, I'll do whatever I want with him. It's for his own good. The sooner his father becomes Alpha, the closer he gets to the throne. They're just standing in the way." "Evil" The witch muttered, laying her bag back down on the wooden table and emptying it of it's content again, "evil, evil..."

If my speculations were correct, this witch was also one of the people to push the prophecy that consumed my mother for so long. Indeed, right out the outskirts of our pack, across a rushing river, stood a quaint little cabin. I leaped across the river with little stress, before walking up to the cabin and knocking on the front door. It took me three different set of knocks before there was finally a response. The door opened with the creak of old age and an old woman, barely as tall as my chest, stepped into view “What do you want?” she asked in a scratchy, annoyed voice. I ran my tongue over my teeth. “You knew Elena, the healer, didn't you?” I asked. The witch’s eyes sparkled with a littl