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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.

I was trying to figure out how she knew I was there. “How did you know I was there and for how long?” I asked. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She stood up and stared. I thought she wasn’t going to answer. “The whole time and let’s just call it a gift. Now, what do you want?” I walked closer to her desk and asked the question I was sure I would still have to research on my own but It didn’t hurt to ask. “What are you? And don’t say a witch. I know there’s more to you than that. Chrys is a prime example. I know you aren’t part wolf.” I asked.

now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, isn't that just a myth? The more Aza thought, the more confused he was with the contents of the book. Or maybe this is a fairy tale book that he accidentally read and fell asleep, while sleeping the book hit his head so that he forgot that he had the book and read it last night, ok like that. "Argh! No logic, no logic, no logic! What the hell!" Aza grumbled in frustration. "Aza! Come down! Let's eat!" At the moment the confusion in Aza's mind widened, Aubrey's voice was like a savior for Aza who was thinking so hard that he was confused by what he was thinking.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Wendy was late, she stared at her wristwatch as she quickened her steps. “Where are you hurrying to?” Hayley asked pushing her back. “Come on! We are late for class.” “I know but what do you know about witches.” “I should ask you that because you are the one I found such witchy book in her bedroom.” “Yeah, of course.” Hayley said. “Literally.” Wendy huffed. “And now I'm the suspect.” “Yes, you are Hayley,” Wendy said taking her arms and they came to a halt. Hayley looked at Wendy before she smiled.

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

I also slowly lowered my sword and demanded her for the reason of her presence before me. "I have come to give you this, your highness. I know you will use what's inside here sooner or later." She said handing a little booklet to me. The moment I reached for it she disappeared into thin air, only leaving behind the booklet she gave me. When I skimmed through the contents of the unknown booklet, I found hope by the end of it. I found the spell that I needed all this time. A spell that may be able to bring back everyone's happy and glorious lives.