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“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

It was a book of herbs and how to combine them to handle different illnesses. This must have been what Lucien was talking about. Sitting the book back down I rubbed at the dust on the window as best as I could. The moon was big and bright tonight and it instantly found myself drawn to it. Glancing toward the yard I saw the same little red wolf running toward the backyard. I shook my head, I guess if I was going to have a wolf in my yard at least it was small and seemed aloof to me.

Mikhael Vadimovna, let us dig up your secrets, shall we? Dmitri is in his study, looking at the old scriptures he collected over the years. There is a large book on the history of witches which he bought many years ago from a black market trader. It was actually part of his family’s old library and shortly before the Rebellion, it was sold off somewhere by Mikhael Vadimovna. Dmitri looked for this book for many years and finally found it in the black market but never used it. Until now. He flips through the pages, looking for an answer to Roseanne’s condition. There are names of many witches who used to worship the Moon Goddess and received their powers from her but no mention about anyone b

We need to learn anything we can that will help. ‘Okay, well, we better get reading then.’ I take a book from one end of the bookshelf while Pipsqueak starts at the other end. I unlock the steel clasp and carefully flick through. Each page has a symbol and a description of what each represents and does. Nothing helpful. I put it back and took the next book. I can’t read it though it appears to be in Latin. ‘Found anything yet?’ I ask. ‘No, this one seems to be about the history of witches from Salem. I’ll keep looking.’

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

I press my lips into a thin line and move on. The third grimoire is thicker, darker, filled with the more obscure records I’ve gathered over time, rituals and warnings, fragments of older traditions. My pulse picks up slightly as I flip through it, hoping to stumble across some half-lost truth. I even find references to cursed wolves and blood-bound shapeshifters, but still… no mention of that name. No mention of those red eyes. I lean back, exhaling hard. Just as I’m about to give up, my eyes land on a fourth book, small, unassuming, bound in dull gray hide. One I almost never open. It’s handwritten and filled with anecdotal entries from witches who lived long before my time.

Anna cut her off and Mireille looked at her, shock written all over her face. "I don't know. Someone gave me one at Apex pack. She said it was the story of the witches." "Where is it?" Mireille asked with bright eyes. "In my room. I didn't think it was important so I didn't read it. I didn't believe witches existed. Do you want it?" "Can I have–borrow it? I want to know more about them." Mireille asked. "I can give it to you. I don't need them. Except for recreational activities, I see no reason why a wolf should read books about witches." Anna said, about to push the book back into the shelf. Mireille gave it to her back forcefully.

That he’d been lying. Aria pulled every book she could find on witches down from the shelves, stacking them around her chair until she was half barricaded in by old leather tomes. She flipped through page after page, scanning faded ink and brittle parchment. Most of it she already knew, the stories she had read before. That the six original witches had created the other supernatural races, wolves, vampires, fae, demons. That those creations eventually turned on them, wiping them out and slaughtering their direct lines.

“Witch? Come on, Sienna. Do I really seem like some powerful magical being?” She crossed her arms and studied me up and down. “I believe you’re talented at disguising your true nature. I’ve been learning all about what witches can do,” she added, nodding her head back toward the table. “How you like to prey on your victims by playing with their minds.” I looked closer at the books she had piled up. Every single one of them is about witches, and not in a good way. It’s all about identifying and hunting down evil witches - and how to kill them.