White Witch In The Chronicles Of Narnia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You're the only one who actually treated me like a person instead of just another soldier in the pack. Let me do this." I reached out and squeezed his arm. "Mason, listen to me. If I show up in a gown you bought with your life savings, Jaxon wins. He gets to see us struggling. He gets to see me 'relying' on someone else. I'm the White Witch. I don't need silk to make an entrance." "Then what are you going to do?" he asked, looking genuinely worried. I looked at the rack of rejected, cursed, and tattered gowns. A cold, sharp resolve began to crystallize in my mind. In my diary, I had the memories of the original Lumira — a woman who was a master of enchantments and hidden arts.

“Of course I am. She’s worth more to me than anything else.” The White Witch stared at me—long enough for the air to feel heavy. In the depths of her gaze, something faint shifted. I couldn’t tell if it was respect or sorrow. “Very well,” she said at last. “If that is your choice. Give me something of hers.” I immediately handed over the glass vial Brian had given me—the one containing Ashley’s hair and blood. The White Witch took the vial, gliding over to the edge of the hot spring. She poured the liquid into the water, then lifted her slender fingers and traced a slow line across the surface. As she whispered that ancient, twisted spell, her voice was gentle but chilling.

I was the next queen of dark magic, ,unbelievable, now I have always wondered why I was able to remove the evil out of people which wasn't one if the special abilities of a werewolf. "And they are more special abilities than removing the evil out of people, which you are going to learn today. She flipped through the pages quickly, letting dust particles fly into the air and tickle my nose. I covered my nose and let out a loud sneeze." "Sorry, I can't help it."I said apologizing with a sheepish smile. "Its ok child, the book is a thousand years old, so its a little dusty." What, thousand years old. I wondered how old she was, hundred, thousand or millions.

She was mad mad. She did have a point though, Cole and I weren't abominations, it hurt a bit when the Fairy referred to us as that, we were just new creatures that no one yet understood. "I am sorry your majesty." The Fairy apologized and moved back in fear. My godmother's eyes had already turned completely white and the scepter in her hair was glowing. I didn't know that it could do that. "Mother, calm yourself please," Ophelia spoke in a low voice and I barely heard her, she touched her mother's arm softly and I watched her eyes revert back to their normal combination of pink and blue.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the livings more than other elements, it will take away all oxygen in your body and around you it's a definite win if Lilan does it right. Though with immense worry for what damage w

Blood spurted out, her face contorted in pain. I quickly turned to the source of the light. The white-haired girl—who we had found lying helplessly earlier—sat with trembling knees. Her right hand was still tense, the remnants of magic not yet fully faded. Her face was covered in sweat, her weak body shaking, but her eyes burned brightly for a moment before she collapsed again. "You... are a white witch?" I whispered. Tavien immediately pounced on Thalia. Nyra followed, securing her body, which was now shaking violently. They slammed Thalia to the ground and handcuffed her arms with chains. Her screams were piercing, but they were drowned out by our collective anger.

His voice was so strained and he held his breath while he waited for her clear answer. "Yes." She smiled radiantly. Her heart knew all along. "Come. Let fate join us together, my queen." Hand in hand they stood before the white witch. Everything about the Priestess looked so vibrant white. From her hair to the tips of her toes. A powerful being. Anna gulped. Realizing. The witch's eyes emitted white light and she began to chant in a foreign tongue.

"The curse is deep and it is strong. This Ishild you speak of… she is more powerful than any sorceress I have come across. I only see darkness around her. Whatever shred of her that was left after the daemon took her soul is long gone" "Is there a way to break it?" Saffron asked. Oda nodded slowly. "It can be, yes. But only light can drive out the darkness." "What does that mean?" Saffron questioned impatiently. "It means you, dear. You are a white witch. It is your white magic that can erase the dark."