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she asked. “He’s from Wadim’s den,” I replied with disgust. “Damn, I thought they were all dead.” “Apparently not,” Garth interjected as he walked up on the other side of me. “Who is Wadim?” “Was,” I emphasized. “He was a twisted son-of-a-bitch who dealt in human trafficking and cannibalism. Rumor had it he was the bastard son of Dracula.” Garth nodded. “I see,” he said. He looked at Magdalena and said, “So the rumors are true?”

I go to the library where I see Abner Brooks. “Ahh, young Morgan, I’m not surprised to see you here.” He gives me a genuine smile. “I came to look for books on word alchemy, I’m not sure what or if they have any here.” “They do,” He bobs his head in thought, “Not a whole ton but Bear Clans are very spiritual and keep many records of Witch Alchemy.” He leads me to a section in the back and shows me a bookshelf of old and dusty books that look like they haven’t been touched in centuries. If at all. “Knock yourself out, let me know if I can be of any help.”

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

Within minutes, it was just me, the witches, and the corpse of the fallen wolf. Things looked grim. I could feel Lisa’s fear, and it only made mine worse—because my body wasn’t responding like it had on the first day. Even when I’d been full of energy and near a water source, I’d barely held my own against two fire witches. And now I was exhausted, facing two witches whose elements worked perfectly together. The earth witch began forming walls around me. I kept a steady pace, trying to avoid being boxed in. If she finished the circle, I’d be trapped. The fire witch would turn it into an oven—and I’d be burned alive. Definitely not how I wanted to go.

Berilla gasped in realization, “So this is why she broke an oath on life after death!” The witch chanted, her voice doubled and echoed. Several things swung around in the heavy wind. The book was divided into three copies and landed in front of the leaders. Both witches' eyes widened in understanding. Then it must mean all of them had these books, as one book was with the witches, one will be with the beasts, and one in the Other World with demons. The witch kept her chants going and currents in the air grew fiercer. A whirlpool was born but the people in the room seemed unbothered.

But as they continued to flip through the book. Claude's heart raced as she read the title of the book: "Witches and Werewolves." As she opened the book, she was immediately drawn into a world of magic and danger. The book detailed how witches and werewolves had once lived peacefully together, their worlds intertwined and their cultures intertwined.

"I was in Gehenna for almost a hundred years, but I was never tortured by any of these demons. I was feared, rather. Even in the underworld, I still wielded enough power to put all the demons there under my control." "I'm glad you didn't turn evil," I said, listening to his heart beat. "If you did, the moon goddess might never have released you. Then, we might never have met." "I'm glad we got to meet each other, Annalisa." "Same here, Alexander." "I've been wondering about something," he said, opening the book in his hands. "I wonder why there's absolutely nothing written about the Witcher, other than the fact that he's the most powerful being in Gehenna."

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

She threatened me and told me I better be at this run-down place at 8 am sharp or I will be a toad stew. I didn’t open the bag. I have no desire to know what is inside. Honestly, I didn’t even want to know what type of person would ask my grandma for anything. More so because my grandma isn’t just anybody, she’s the High Witch. Somehow, I got lucky, or maybe unlucky enough, to be the sole heir to the throne. My mom was a loose cannon, my grandma told me, and disappeared one day. The whispers I heard in passing said she ran off with my dad, as she didn’t have any magic, or she was cursed but my grandma. Shaking that thought from my mind, I sighed loudly and deeply. I wasn’t meant to be here

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.