Novel & Cerita Thou Shalt Not Suffer A Witch To Live

My mind raced, cold sweat breaking out along the back of my neck as the stories of the northern territories flashed through my head. If the South was intolerant of magic, the wolves were fanatical. To them, witchcraft was a cosmic corruption, a foul stain against the natural order of the pack. They didn't build asylums or subterranean cells for the touched. They didn't lock them away. They executed them. On sight. I had read the hidden texts. If a witch was caught in the northern territories, it ended with a heavy silver guillotine separating their head from their shoulders, or the pack tearing them to literal bloody pieces in the public squares. And now, my mother was handing me directly to

“Do not mistake my understanding and acceptance of fault as your excuse to continue as you are. You will not. Only those deemed worthy and able to accept the changes to come will remain. Those that can not, will be cast out. If you are a werewolf and this happens, then your wolf will be stripped from you and I will send you out as a human with no enhanced abilities. If you are a witch, I will strip your magic from you, and as with the wolves, you will have no enhanced abilities in your life as a human.” Sharp intakes of breath and gasps come from everyone. Murmuring begins as small cries of outrage and concern. Questions fly, ‘how will we be deemed worthy?’ ‘how would we survive without our

I hesitated, unsure if I could trust her, but something in her demeanor urged me to open up. "No, I'm not okay," I admitted, my voice trembling. "I... I think the Alpha wants to kill me and the other halfling witches. He was furious, talking about eliminating us." The woman's brow furrowed, her expression mirroring the gravity of the situation. "The Alpha's reign has been one of oppression and fear for far too long. But you're not alone. Others have resisted his tyranny, who have fought against his rule but we all know how it ended."

The primal instincts of my wolf surged within me, anger boiling over as I vowed to protect those innocent souls. Speaking to Linda through the mind link, I told her I was going around back and sneaking in that way. The medical staff needed us, and there was no time to waste. Linda's grip on my arm tightened, her eyes wide with fear. I smiled at her, taking her hand, and squeezing it for reassurance. We had to be brave, for their sake and for our own. With a deep breath, I took the lead, embracing the unknown as we forged ahead into the heart of danger. Linda's magic had its limits, just like any other witch or sorceress. Witches, Sorceresses, and Elementals were all bound by the rules of the

"Isn't there something about loving thy neighbor in that book?" "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live is also written in that book," she fired back. "You've made it clear now. Your witch has killed my men and sent me back a broken, frightened boy." "Speaking of that," I said, "if you despise witches so much, why did you create one? That seems rather contradictory for someone who wants them gone."

" The people you want to save Noah....are too Selfish. They all deserve to die." " Maybe I am doing a favour on this world. By killing all the werewolves. We all will live in peace here." " Never! I will never give my throne to someone so evil like you! I will die before I hand it over to you!" A deadly silence follows and next I know. The witches speak a spell and I find my body unable to move. " This is so sad. I just hate the bloodshed. But now that you want it? Let's enjoy it."

The witch fell down with a thud, making the pentagon scale to fly towards where she stood, dropping on the ground with a tud, not too far from where she stood, the witch gave a growl, not happy what the white witch had done, now knowing that the scale was not in her reach, "You can't break the scale, because if you do. All of us will have to die, you will kill your loved ones, and even the man you loved" The witch said. Smiling widely, it was true, if she broke the scale, all of them would have to die. "Really, then we all will have to die, than leaving you to be alive"

Katrina cried causing everyone to move to the positions we had spoken about back at her house. The Witches were up front, I was within reach of them, and my brothers were behind us in case something went wrong. The Witches all put their hands on parts of my body, and faced their free hands towards Sage. “What, what….. are you guys doing??” Sage cried, but he was ignored as the Witches started chanting. “Di immortales non moritur: mors consumet. Sed contra nervo nectitur. Si converteris colligabit consequatur.” In unison and multiple times.

I got up, and Adam and I left the hall. We returned to our apartment to relax. I knew Adam was unhappy about their punishments, but I let him know he did the right thing. "What should we do to those witches?" He asked me, and I smiled. "Let them rot a bit in the cells. They will have to pay for their crime through hard labour, especially Sabrina and Malina. They could have saved all those lives if they had volunteered the information I required secretly, but they kept quiet, causing a lot of our people to die. The people their silence killed gave them homes, clothes and food. They made them feel welcomed, and they paid for their kindness with their lives. We can never trust witches, and we c

The chief, a seasoned and formidable leader, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the captive witch. “Your reign of darkness ends here,” the chief declared, his voice laced with determination. “We have spent years tracking down witches like you, who seek to use their powers for nefarious purposes. You will face justice for your crimes.” The witch seethed with rage, her eyes flashing with anger and defiance. “You fools think you can contain me? I am far more powerful than you can comprehend! Release me now, or you shall face the consequences!”