The True Story Of The Blair Witch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

“But you trusted me, why can’t you-” Before Matthew could finish his sentence, Guinevere intervened. “I did not trust you nor believe you until I saw you for myself. I only believed in Platinum’s words and I am more convinced since Raisya claims to be your grandmother. Once I met you, I can confirm that you are indeed a descendant of Draco Blair. However, the Scarlett Witch is a different matter.” “What do you mean?” Matthew asked. “The Witch already has a bad reputation to begin with. After what happened, it’s almost impossible to convince anyone that she means no harm. Unlike you, I don’t believe anyone in power would agree with your opinion.”

Gudrun adds, as the proud witch did not make mine to continue. Marta's face is closed. I can not tell if she is angry or just focused. I will probably never learn to fully understand her. "I have contacted some of our sisters abroad”. Siri speaks again. “They have access to the original prints of The Witch Hammer. There must be a more effective way to neutralize ... vampires”. "Should I just sit down and wait for Casper's so - called lord to come after me ?" “You have to keep a cool head and concentrate on our calling. As your elder tells you, there is someone on the case”.

"Your mother and the Silver Witch were caught by the witch clan's authorities. They were jailed, awaiting trial for their crimes. But the Silver Witch, your father, refused to give up. He risked his own life to guarantee your mother's escape." I felt a lump form in my throat as I listened to the story. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father, a man I had never known, had given his life to save my mother. The Silver Wizard's voice cracked with emotion. "He died during the escape, but your mother made it out. She was a powerful witch, and she covered her tracks, making sure no one could follow her. She came to the werewolf world, where she met Alpha Jack. He helped her, took her in, a

"It was just over 20 years ago, during a skirmish along our borders. I was seven. I only remember because the night before she left, she had just helped me through my first shift.Some warlocks were trying to have our forest clearcut to harvest the life energy from the trees. The story I was told was that the wolves with her that day were knocked out cold. None of them know what happened next, but it is believed that because she was a witch, the spell didn't work on her. When they woke up, all the warlocks had been killed, torn apart by claws and teeth, but all that had been left of my grandmother was her dress, which was bloody and torn, and her ring broken in two. There was evidence that sh