Thou Shalt Not Suffer A Witch To Live の小説・ストーリー

“The law clearly states that one omega can’t testify in court. Two omegas’ statements are equal to one free man’s testimony. Take this witch away, she’ll be traditionally executed tonight.” Traditions? No! Although shifters shamelessly turned to witches for magical assistance, their laws for them were inhumane. Dark magic was prohibited, but they were used to burning witches alive in case of slightest mistakes. Well, King’s mean smirk was his overconfidence to outclass me, like he was certain that I didn’t have a brain. Before blowing the castle of his fake ego, I stood before Cathy to stop her arrest. My stern voice resonated in the hall.

Most of them tried to run over to where their elders and probably mothers knelt, but they were stopped by warriors and asked to be quiet. Surprisingly, they obeyed, and Damon finally continued, clearly listing the crimes the witches committed, starting with how they used a human girl, took her child, and killed her afterwards. Although I hadn’t been around, Damon had gotten all the information he needed, and he didn’t hesitate to share it with our people. “According to Lycan laws, they should all be executed, because any species that poses a threat to others has defied the natural law.” Damon concluded. I could feel everyone agreeing with him, but for Ina and I, we were waiting for him to sa

How dare he do this to us. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

I have broken a million rules after the assassination attempt: seeking shelter with a Werewolf; conversing with a Werewolf; sleeping in the same bed as a Werewolf; performing magic that I’m forbidden from performing. What if I have done something unforgivable?

" What do you mean no progress? Are you following the rituals like I taught you? She asks her voice so calm and low it comes out like a whisper. Bathsheba is the queen and ruler of the black witches, right now, they are endeavoring to bring a second generation black witch back to life. She is not dead but has been unconscious for more than a decade. “ Yes my queen, we sacrifice two virgins and a baby like you said” " And the white witch?" She asked “ What witch, my queen?” “ Lucia you never pay attention when I teach, I said two human virgins, a baby and a white witch. Go get a white witch and sacrifice her, by tomorrow I want to see Celestina up and ready to bring war, we need her to open t

I started bringing up my worthless heartbreaking story to Viola, but it helped me understand that killing to succeed in revenge won't improve things. "I thought he and I were meant to be, but he broke my heart by being with another." I continued. "I lost the one person who would love me to be with another. I, too, lost faith as it turned to vengeful thoughts. I planned to have my revenge on them and prove that their life wasn't worth my concern by becoming the Mistress of Pandora and having my closes friends like Zayn here. They have my back. I didn't become a witch to show how powerful I am. I am a witch because of my blood. I will show them I can care for myself and protect others."

So, she signalled Amelia to keep calm and listen to what Alma had to say. "When I mentioned that someone has to get hurt, I didn't mean that any one of you have to die or anything like that. What I mean is, the witch isn't going to reveal herself until she says that she's desperately needed and that there's nothing else you can do besides help the situation. I'm very sure you are aware that witches are not very accepted here and they really have to protect themselves because getting caught automatically spells as a death sentence for them,"

So one day he came there alone, when he had a fight with his brother and he heard that scream again but this time it was louder as though it was happening very close to him. So he followed the voice and climbed up to the house and saw about seven women that surrounded a little girl and was torturing her and making an incantation. The little Travis was so scared and he turned to run away and go to his father to report them but it was too late because one of the rules of the sacrifice was that any other eyes that sees them will cause their whole witches death.

She rounded the table and came to my side, trying to place a hand on mine but I pulled away. "Then get rid of it," I said through gritted teeth, glaring into her eyes. A small gasp escaped her lips. "What? No. I can’t. I am a witch. It is forbidden to take the life of an innocent child, let alone one who isn’t even born yet. How could you even suggest that?” she reminded me, her eyes searching mine as if she couldn’t believe what kind of a monster I was. I dragged a hand through my hair, frustration boiling under my skin. “Then you’ll have to accept what little support I can offer.”