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Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

No matter how hard you try, it will never stop and it will never move the way you wanted it to. It's really cruel, how it just continues to progress and leave behind those who cannot keep up anymore. [I/N: A witch is a creature of Romania that has the ability to control time. However, they are considered a menace to society. They are believed to hunt little children and maidens in the community and they are treated as the lowest rank of society. Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect.]

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out.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.

I thrashed, screamed, begged—but the witch only grinned, watching with sick delight. “You’re going to die down here,” she whispered, her voice eerily calm. “Nothing can kill me. Not even fire.” She leaned in closer, her breath ice-cold against my burning skin. “But dare…” she paused, savoring the moment, “someone will pay the cost. Someone always does.” Then, with one final, gleeful chuckle, she turned the crank. The grinding intensified. My screams filled the burning house, but no one was there to hear them. And before I knew it—everything went dark.

“Explain.” He laughed once, humorless. “Bianca Weller.” The name was small and potent. “She was a witch, a woman from a village they burned because of rumors. They called them witches and they had reasons. Bianca… Bianca found a prince. Lured him with potion, songs, promises. Marriage. A union built on artifice and a witch’s craft.” “You’re speaking in riddles,” I said. “Tell me plainly.”

Just by hearing her nickname, she immediately knew who it was. There was only one person who called her Luna and that was none other than Klauss Wilburn. His name was known by people not only for his good looks that can be compared to those fictional characters fawn over by readers but he was also famous for his excellence in the field of medicine as a surgeon. Other than Hyperion, he was the man she did not want to cross paths with ever again. Not in this lifetime or even her next life because it was him who created the worst version of her.

Seeing a path to our right that leads into the woods, we head over the highway railing, one by one, and skid through the dust and dirt. “Even if we did have that kind of magic, the kind that can just manifest us a set of brooms that can fly, we'd never be able to use it," Marigold continues, still going on about that book series. It is one of her triggers. She hates how unrealistically books like those represent witches and witch culture. She believes it gives us all a bad reputation. "If we went around behaving like the witches in those stories, people would get suspicious. The last thing we’d need is for a modern witch hunt to start. Human weapons are much better than they were in the 1700

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

The likeness between this old lady and my mate was uncanny. "I will take her to you. But please understand that she has not spoken much of her past." I warned her. "Ethel, my name is Ethel Swinsore, the last surviving witch of Brookhaven." she held her hand to me and hesitated before taking it. Witch. But Victoria was not a witch; she was a wolf. My luna. "She is a wolf witch; she has special hidden powers. When she was a newborn baby, a rare spell was placed upon her to seal her true identity.