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The massive staircase, and the plain wooden floor. “I love this place.” Wendy chuckled. “They have decided to make up for their evil deeds, by bringing the right person at the wrong time.” Sabrina said while sitting in the living room. She only darted at them before she got her mind back to her favorite tv show. All she did every day was watch cartoons, play games, and practice her magic. Hayley ignored her and was stepping upstairs whereas Wendy was attempting to have a conversation

I brush my hair back and pull on a menacing smile as the thought of Cornelius' birthday party is something I'm excited about. I can't wait to show those people who I am. I want them all to fear me. To show them that I'm someone who they shouldn't come across with. I want to tell them not to be on my wrong side. Finally, I want to see the look on Rebecca's stupid face that I'm alive and mad as hell. Because no one mess with the Red Witch.

My hands shivering badly as I take them off the silk fabric of my green frock. The same frock I was wearing when these werewolves decided to massacre my whole clan and burn them alive. Burned my parents alive. Now am feeling cold, my bones are shivering as my teeth kept chattering due to the severe cold. I shouldn’t be feeling any cold since am a witch who could control our body temperature as we are comfortable. Then why am not able to use my magic. Fear drops in the pit of my stomach making me shut my eyes more tightly as if it’s possible.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

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.”

This is what I needed. I’ve spent the last two days having a Good Witch marathon on N*****x and I can’t begin to tell you how much it has improved my mood. It’s sweet, wholesome, and every episode has a happy ending. Even if an episode has some person trying to steal from or blackmail someone, by the end of it they learn their lesson and try to be an upstanding member of society. I know life isn’t a Hallmark movie or TV show – the real world features more people of colour, for starters. I’ve experienced firsthand that most people who hurt others don’t give a shit about it and won’t ever stop doing it. So, given the hell I’m living in, I just needed to escape into a world where bad things don

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

Even though the queen mother herself didn't wanted to live no more but she was still breathing enough for survival and it was all possible because of the Mesopotamian witchcraft. Princess Rosemary watched her mother's soul being controlled by the doctors in order to bring her back to life, they wanted to connect her soul and body back together and the trial happened for the entire year. The doctors tried day and night for the queen mother to bring her back to life and they could have even succeeded in doing so if not she was so stubborn. The queen mother was determined enough to win her battle at last and rescue her soul from the doctors to end the struggle of life.

Siri 'continues as the greetings stop. 'We know this enemy'. A group of witches appears. 'We have helped our English sisters look in The witch's hammer for the trail of the dark enemy'. I do not understand why, but I know instinctively that this group is the Scandinavian witches. 'Who is the dark one ? Our job is to take care of those wolves. We have not received any alerts about a new enemy'. A witch in a colorful dress, from the West African coven, becomes visible. Although the dark woman speaks her own language, I still understand what she is saying. The astral plane we are all on had to have that effect.

They stop arguing and turn to look at Lucas and Elsa. "Why don't we watch something different? Aside from your choices." Elsa pointed at them and took the remote control. "House of cards?" Lucas asked. "That's an old movie." "365 Days?." "Yeah" Alice and Olivia chuckle at once. They stop laughing and sigh in unison."Hell no." "What about a horror movie? Like the nights are young or maybe the conjuring ?" Lucas asks again. "No and no. I can't withstand a horror movie. We could watch Riverdale. That's better." Elsa sighed and plump down on the couch opposite the TV.