Novel & Cerita The Jealous Witch

Fenrir’s cry answered it, the sound of a wolf that had seen a corner of Home burned down to its foundations. “Who did this?” Jory demanded, voice raw. A figure lounged in the shadow where Mara had disappeared: another witch, older perhaps, or simply more amused. “We did,” she said, clapping slowly. “You came like wolves and expected a meal. Instead you will dance with grief.” I leaped, not quite calculating, and caught her shoulder. The witch’s skin was like parchment. She laughed, and that laugh was braided with the smell of smoke. “Draco will be so pleased,” she said. “He likes tidy proof.”

one of the witches greeted, her smile disarming yet cautionary. “Who are you? Why am I here?” I questioned. “We are the three witches of the east coast,” they chimed in unison after glancing at one another. “You’ve proven yourself a worthy opponent to our enemy.” “Are you referring to Jessica?” I asked, squinting in confusion. “Yes, that would be Jessica,” they responded together. “Jessica has betrayed us by stealing our most valuable powers for herself,” the witch in the center explained. “So everything Jessica has done stems from you?” I pressed, struggling to contain my anger.

“The process of possession is usually a long one, and Sheila had been through the stages.” “And how do you get it out of her?” He asked, stepping closer to me again; With every breath I took, his cologne engulfed my senses, making me slightly dizzy. “The spirit belongs to a witch, Jeanette McConnell.” I turned to him with disgust in my eyes, “Of course, we all know you’ve angered plenty of those, but Jeanette is an old one, I believe she’s way before your time.”

They kept shaking their heads in confusion. Alexi had returned and she had a pair of jeans that were under Jeremy's bed that had been worn and not washed. Alexi walked over to the witches and handed them the Jeans. The witches each put their hands on their jeans and started to chant. There was a beautiful blue aura that hovered over them. The witches looked even more confused. Whatever that was in this bed, it wasn't Jeremy, or they stole his soul and left no soul residue after death.

Alpha Luther from the Sundown pack asked me in a serious tone. Giving him my attention " That's what I thought at first too but after I look into it, some rogue let information slip and at the end we capture the witch that Alpha Nathan was working with" I let my words hang in the room for a moment to see their reaction. I can tell that the elder did not like what I just said but he couldn't do anything about it because everyone in the room will questions his motive. " Did she say anything?" The elder force himself to ask.

This can't be happening! Just as I was about to give up, Mum spoke again. “Though there's one witch who many believe knows more spells than any other witch alive. Supposedly, this witch got obsessed with spells.” “Oh, where does this witch live?” I asked excitedly. “What is her name? Don't tell me she lives far away from here.” I couldn't help myself from being excited. This bracelet felt like a personal prison built for me and that always sent shivers down my spine.

Jeff asked angrily. "Don't stop me Jeff, this is my decision!" The look in Brizella's eyes turned yellowish, making Jeff finally believe Chloe's words that Brizella was a goddess "You haven't told me anything about your life, Brizel! I already know that you are the seventh goddess of the werewolf race who will destroy the vampires. You are the medicine for the werewolves so that they can live in peace," Jeff said, making Brizella roll her eyes. How did Jeff know that? She hadn't told him anything.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

The other slaves paused their work, their eyes widening with alarm as they gathered around me. Another slave, Jenna, stepped forward, her face full of contempt. “How dare you lie!” she exclaimed while pointing her finger at me. She addressed the crowd of omegas around us. “I saw her seducing the Jarl! I saw them with my own eyes. She was standing there, waiting for an opportunity to apply her charm, and voila! The Jarl came and hugged her. Only witchcraft could make such a high-ranking person fall in love with a lowly slave! I don't trust that lady. I'm sure she's a witch!! She was trying to seduce the son of the Ironwolf for her own gain. She is nothing but an ambitious slut!" The news spre

Witch Jezebel said. "How comes?" Ava continued popping her eyes out in surprise. "I am a witch, I can be anything I want," Witch Jezebel bragged before chanting some weird words to her wand. Immediately, she turned into an old granny with wrinkles all over her face and white hair. She also had a walking stick. "No, that is creepy, can you please be a young witch Jezebel?" Ava asked as she closed her eyes. She did not want nightmares which would happen when she allowed the image of the old witch Jezebel to get to her mind.