Novel & Cerita The Age Of Witches

He takes a bite out of his cookie. I rock my head slowly, “isn't that beautiful? What age does one become of age in the werewolf world?” Becoming of age is equivalent to turning the right age to phase, and find your mate. The witch world is 16, if I'm correct since Raine is yet to be 17. “17.” “And you've been searching for your mate since then?”

I thrashed, screamed, begged—but the witch only grinned, watching with sick delight. “You’re going to die down here,” she whispered, her voice eerily calm. “Nothing can kill me. Not even fire.” She leaned in closer, her breath ice-cold against my burning skin. “But dare…” she paused, savoring the moment, “someone will pay the cost. Someone always does.” Then, with one final, gleeful chuckle, she turned the crank. The grinding intensified. My screams filled the burning house, but no one was there to hear them. And before I knew it—everything went dark.

Many tried ingeniously to kill her, all were destroyed viciously by the coven for it. The witches decided to hide her away until she could come of age. On her eighteenth birthday a great party was given to celebrate the new era. Friends and foe alike were invited, and our young panther was heavily guarded. A few gods managed to sneak in trying to get a glimpse of this powerful child.

“The four witches of Betrem.” Witches! —her mind reeled. Of course, witches! Sheila exclaimed in her thoughts, her eyes opened wide as if she had just recovered a forgotten jewel. Sheila’s mind had been thinking, planning and reeling with what to do about Kimberly. And now, as if her cries under the night’s crescent moon had been heard by the moon goddess, Sheila got an answer —Witches. But there was a problem: Witches were almost extinct in the current age, and a frown climbed back into Sheila's face. However, the hope, the relief and the burning vendetta that resonated with gave her a reason to be optimistic.

Those weren’t the worst cases though. If the baby was a girl, then the witch would rise. But the wolf would constantly challenge the witch inside and the child couldn’t control their magic. Those were the worst cases. Young witches learn how to control the magic within them from a young age. But a young witch with a wild wolf inside can’t learn how to do that. Not easily, anyway. The witch’s magic couldn’t be stabilized. In this case, the poor child became a danger because he or she couldn’t control their magic. A child like this was a threat to all. Packs wouldn’t take her. She could only live with covens. The witches in covens went through great length to help the child, to spare her life.

POV: JACKSON This can't be true! It’s impossible. Tom is a witch? "I think you're wrong; Tom can’t be a witch. He’s my son." "I didn’t say he wasn’t a wolf; he’s just both." "But you just mentioned a child witch. What does that mean?" "Let me clarify. Witches usually don’t show their powers at such a young age. We typically do so by the time we turn twelve. Since you said he's seven, that makes him a child witch."

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

"Why didn't I think of that? I can look up that witch in the books in the school library. She could be a legendary witch." She did catch a glimpse of the female witch before she fainted. The witch was in her early forties with wavy red hair. The look in her eyes was so intense as she commanded her, so intimidating that Julie was afraid of her. "That witch looks like she's from the Middle Ages. Forty is definitely not the real age, just like Aunt Eva. Besides, whatever Julian has planned for tonight, he's not going to prank me, right?"

She explains with a sad tone. “She seems to be pretty strong.” I comment “She is. She’s amazing.” She replied. “So why this sadness?” I questioned. “You know that the rites of passage for both werewolves and witches take place at the same age, right?” She starts explaining and I nod. “When I turned 18, there was much expectation that I would become one of the most powerful witches in our coven and that I would compete with my sister for the position of leader.” “But?” I anticipated a twist in her story.

Witches can look young for Thousands of years and they can stay alive for Thousands of years. “ How old are you? ” I ask the unexpected question, causing Miranda to purse her lips at me. Well. I am just curious. She doesn’t need to make such a bad face at me. “ Never ask a lady’s age. It doesn’t end well. ” Miranda grins at me and I feel goosebumps rising all over my body. “ Never mind. ” I smile awkwardly, dropping the topic. I don’t want Miranda to turn me into a frog just because I asked such an innocent question.