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Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

In certain regions belonging to the Atlantic Ocean, witches was seen as a “evil” in certain moments of distress. The city of Lovadu, for years and years, suffered violence, reaching a moment of crisis. In that city there was a young man called Igor Hunton, son of Clarina and Sebastian Hunton, he had an older and a younger brother.

This can't be happening! Just as I was about to give up, Mum spoke again. “Though there's one witch who many believe knows more spells than any other witch alive. Supposedly, this witch got obsessed with spells.” “Oh, where does this witch live?” I asked excitedly. “What is her name? Don't tell me she lives far away from here.” I couldn't help myself from being excited. This bracelet felt like a personal prison built for me and that always sent shivers down my spine.

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

But that evening, I saw her again downstairs. She hurried over to me and carefully asked, "Our troupe is performing nearby soon. Would you like to come and watch?" Then, as if afraid I might misunderstand, she quickly added, "Shawn won't be in it. And I'm not participating in any romantic scenes." Seeing the hopeful look in Isabelle's eyes, I swallowed my refusal and calmly replied, "Alright. I'll take five tickets." The corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily the moment she heard me agree. She quickly said, "Okay. I'll bring you the tickets in a few days."

Authors Note: Hi Readers, I just want to give you a heads up not to skip this chapter, this contains a meeting with the witch queen. This chapter may also have some 18+ scenes. Read on your own. Ava's POV: I cannot stop; I do not know why. I am sick and worried. Oh yeah! I know why I am being like this. Tomorrow is going to be dreadful—at least I feel so. The meeting with the witches, about whom I only heard in the TV series and in the book I am currently reading, "ACOTAR" series.

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

I was vulnerable, alone, and unaware of the dangers that lurked in the darkness, waiting to pounce. **** Third POV The atmosphere was electric with tension as the entire witch clan sensed the turmoil that had occurred. The mysterious explosion had sent shockwaves through the air, causing the very ground to tremble. It was a phenomenon that only a powerful witch could achieve. Whispers spread like wildfire as the witches gathered together, speculating about the identity of the mysterious person responsible for the disturbance. "Who could it be?" they whispered amongst themselves. "Someone with powers beyond our own?" The air was thick with curiosity and concern.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.