Novel & Cerita Weavers Witches

And I had tried, oh, how I had tried. The Reavers' storied past, as they knew it, was but a faint whisper of the truth. They believed their existence began with a Witch, a simplistic notion that barely scratched the surface of their true origins. But I knew the reality, for I was the one who had set their race in motion, the spark that had ignited the flame of their creation. The Witches had played a role, to be sure, gifting me the amulet that allowed me to harness the essence of various supernatural beings.

she hissed, and the loom unleashed a wave of crimson energy that knocked Jessica to her knees. The hollowness threatened to swallow her, but Kade’s roar, Selene’s light, Lucas’s defiance, and Bryan’s quiet strength pulled her back. She stood, her spark flaring one last time, and poured it into the loom, not to destroy but to rewrite. The crimson threads burned gold, and the nexus shook, its chaotic constellations realigning into the wolf and witch. Arachne screamed, her form flickering as the loom collapsed, its threads unraveling. “This is not the end!” she spat, her crimson eyes blazing. “The true weaver will rise again!”

After a moment, I continued questioning, "Then who are black creatures who wore black robes? Those creatures abducted my mate, and they kept claiming I was the Medeora curse. Who are they?" "Those are the evil witches known as Ereje. A group of black women who wanted your bloodline tainted by black magic," Kiro explained. "They are the vicious creatures, the greatest foes of silver werewolves. In other words, they are the Witches of Greed." "That proves her blood is everything because many creatures are eager to get her. And they will do anything for it," Hailey added. She paused to look at me and said, "We're talking about a group of black women who think that only you have extraordinary po

**Xavier's POV** "So, you're saying you can create a weapon for me?" I asked, intrigued by their previous exchange. The three witches exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Indeed," one of them replied proudly. "As the Three Witches of the East, we possess distinct abilities that allow us to craft powerful artifacts. The appearances you witnessed earlier were merely our way of welcoming guests." "I see," I nodded, beginning to grasp the extent of their capabilities. Turning my attention to the red-haired witch, I stated, "As a witch, I assume you have some insight into why I'm here."

Only one kind of witch was said to break free that easily: the life-weaver. My jaw tightened, frustration boiling under my skin. Life-weaver witches were impossible to compare to anyone else. They were forbidden from casting harmful magic their entire lives, yet the universe had given them a strange trade-off—any dangerous spell not cast by them became dull, weakened, or even useless in their presence. But the woman standing before us now… she wasn’t fully a life-weaver. She was mixed. That meant the worst possible combination: our weakening spell couldn’t restrain her, but she could wield as many destructive spells as she pleased.

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

“Yes. That’s why their numbers are endless. Although they are not real werewolves, their abilities, speed, and strength are close to ours. There is no doubt that witches were involved in the attack.” No wonder they kept coming as if there was no end to them. It was impossible because our numbers are not more than humans. But these witches were mighty. Those rogues not only had human form but also wolf form. “Can the trackers find out where the portal came from?” I asked curiously. “No, they can’t. That’s beyond their abilities. Only wizards can figure it out,” Maddox replied. “I know it’s annoying because I feel the same way. I killed most of those rogues, only to find out they were only dum

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Mum wasn't the kind to go back on her words. If I was going to get rid of the bracelet, someone else had to help. “Well, if one person couldn't help me get it off, what about asking for the help of other witches, surely if they are in numbers they could pull it off.” “I strongly doubt that, witches have a code and many rules, no sorcerer will agree to cast such a spell, even if we could find one strong enough.” Another dead end, I wondered.