روايات وقصص ضمن The Age Of Witches

“Grandmother, stop don’t hurt him… Please… He’s… He’s my…” Two arms wrap around my waist as I run past, pulling me to a stop and effectively forcing what was left of my breath from my lungs. I then hear my warlock say, “High Priestess, you have been holding out. You know the laws. You are supposed to present all coming-of-age witches to the council.” “You know that the coming of age isn’t until they are 18…” He looks up at me and his eyes flash, making everyone but my Grandmother gasps, As our eyes lock, I am once again drawn to him, and he then continues to address my Grandmother.

I tell her. She tightens. “Well, nothing is exciting about my life story. After years of study, I thought I would go out into the wide world for some fun before settling down. I hope to find a well-paid job when I'm ready and, of course, a handsome husband later on." As she tells me the trite tale, she sips a glass of white wine. “Hmmm, so you're around twenty years old now”, I ask somewhat skeptically. Actually, her face is ageless, which is typical for witches. They stop aging around the age of twenty-five.

The witches gathered are mostly old and weathered, but much like Araminta, dress as fashionable and youthful as someone half their age, wearing the mantle of their power and age with effortless ease. They are all so ridiculously powerful, that they see no need to show it off. That alone tells me that most of them were alive for the very first witch wars over a century ago. There are a few other faces in the crowd, younger faces much like my own. Like me, they all look exhausted, including a smiling blond witch who winks at me from across the room. I've never been drawn to another male, but he's so strikingly handsome that I feel my cheeks burning red under his playful gaze.

We have a mutual understanding and It makes things a whole lot easier. Being a witch is serious business and although some mortals are open minded enough to not judge and understand, let's be realistic, witches and humans just don't match. Especially with the aging. As witches, we start aging a little bit slower once we reach the age of twenty. We don't blend with humans due to this reason. It will raise a lot of suspicion. Being a witch is hard work if you ask me. Kali is an incredible warlock, and all the other teenagers in our coven look up to him.

Through the telescope, they can see that the witches don't stand a chance against their warriors. I could see some of the witches flying with their broom just like what you see on television, Victor and his people might think those witches won't be able to cross the walls, but I can tell they'll be able to enter in no time. Still, I was disheartened by the sight of people screaming in agony. "How could they laugh when people are dying?" I said in disgust. NARRATORS' POV They kept on laughing until Victor zoomed in his telescope. He noticed that the witches fighting on the palace walls are so young. They looked like they're between the ages of twelve and seventeen.

"He lived for sixty-five years?" "That is absolutely correct and that happened in the 13th century. After his downfall, the witches were banned from using magic for the first time in history." "Wait a minute! Something doesn't add up. The witches didn't use magic for a very long time?" "No, so many wars have happened child, sometimes the witches regained power and freedom and ruled the quarter and sometimes the wolves. We have a whole library filled with our history." Suzy patted my back and jumped from the fifth storey building.

"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.

“You don’t like her?” “No! I mean, no…I do like her…but it is too soon.” “Witches get betrothed at the age of seven,” Jodie said. “If I am sent back to the witches, I will have a fiancé within a week.” Most likely the grandchild of one of the men on the Elder Council. Peter was on board with the idea. “If you two get engaged and it is announced, it will deter the witches a bit more. They cannot just kidnap the vice leader’s future wife.”

"That's what we have been thinking too. However, she said that concealment could also be achieved, unless she's a witch." "Is she a witch?" I asked. Ash also replied. "I doubt his mother is. Travis mentioned that he was sure that he had already killed Thalia's mother, but Thalia's mother, Shiela, was still alive, and she seemed to be younger." Owen clicked his tongue. "So we're dealing with witches this time." "Witches love to use silver wolves' hearts to reverse their age and make their lifespan longer," Ash coldly said. Hearing him mention that, I glanced at the back of my right hand that still had silver fur that hadn't disappeared yet and felt a deep contemplation.

And that was how it all started. The herbs were found and Henrietta instructed them on what to do. Some parts were grinded, some boiled, some burned and the smoke trapped in an incense tin. It was a riot of activities. While in Riven's room, Henrietta sat beside Layla on the large king-size bed, moving her palms over her entire body and muttering strange spells. She looked young, like she was in her early thirties. But everyone knew Henrietta had lived for centuries, almost as long as Riven. The witches were known for using their magic and spells to make themselves look younger even after so many years. Henrietta was almost a thousand years old and yet she looked thirty, with bright red hair