Wicked Witch Of The West And Flying Monkeys นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Every being seemed to be full of energy and was able to live long lives. Trees could reach the skies, while humans were even taller than mountains. Thus, the witches were born and slowly created the twelve Ancestor Witches throughout the years. They then continued to lead all the generations after them, making history together. One day, the stars started falling as a great enemy attacked out of nowhere. It was a Great monk who brought along a large bowl to the Witch Kingdom. Shortly after that, the kingdom was demolished. “Who’s the Great Monk?” “It doesn’t feel like it’s the evil Bodhi!”

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

"My dad could transform into three species any time he wishes to -vampire, dragon and werewolf.. " "Wow, that's so cool" I awed. "Yeah, while my mom was an elf and a witch, Oak on the other hand was a wizard and a vampire" A wizard, hmm, no wonder he could curse Wymond, he's really one powerful enemy. "Being the first female supernatural creature created by the moon goddess herself, my mom was extraordinarily beautiful and she had an angelic voice, one would think she's singing even when she's merely talking" I smiled as I tried to picture her face and also imagine her sweet voice.

The screams of the humans echoed through the silent forest, and all the other spectators watched in fear. “What are you looking at? Put out the fire and stop her!” Wendell shouted at the witches. They were paralyzed, as if they couldn't understand what was happening. When they snapped out of their stupor, they flew after me, but with a single wave of my hand, they were knocked off their brooms, landing in front of Wendell and his henchmen.

She wanted to make her son very powerful so she sought the help of the witches to do so. The witches agreed to help her but they warned her that Damien was too young to undergo the experiment they wanted to carry out on him. It is no news that The witches have always wanted to create an army for themselves. The witches created werewolves hoping that they would make an army to fight their battles against other mythical creatures and vampires. They wanted to take over the world by using the werewolves as their army but the werewolves turned against them. They were unable to stand against them and build forces against the witches.

As he noticed me, he immediately ran to my side. "What the fu*k these witches want now? " He asked. I snarled, " They are nothing but just someone who seeks a chance to get more powers. Another shifter is leading them for sure. " The witches were flying high in the sky, hurling fireballs and spells on the wolves who were fighting the ones on the ground. My eyes caught the sight of one witch running after a pup to eat her alive. That's what these monsters liked, eating the young flesh.

Wendy rolled her eyes, something told her she was lying, and Hayley must know very much about the things in this book. “Do you know about witches?” Wendy asked. That was all she had been seeing in the book. * Weston Hills was formerly a town of witches, a town of dark powerful witches. Amongst these witches were other supernatural creatures, spirits, vampires, werewolves, gargoyles, golems, and the rest of them. Most of them were extinct. Some years ago, these witches fled away due to the numerous attacks launched by humans on them. Though they had the power to fight back, they had to flee because they never wanted what was imprisoned to be returned. Weston Hills had other natural creatures,

Soon all the knives were raised in the air on another hand— Rosie and other witches started spelling while controlling monsters balanced under them. "BUAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The monsters growled as soon as their bodies started pulling towards the cage. "Phasmatos Tribum!" The witches yelled at the top of their lungs. "Buahhhhh!" The monsters started flying in the air. Their bodies are not in their control anymore. I closed my eyes while collecting all of our knives together. The witches made them gather together, and I made the door with all the knives, caging them inside. Rosie looked at me while giving me a signal.

Glowing fireflies and dragonflies hovered in various parts of the area, meanwhile various dragonflies skipped around the lake in a carefree manner before vanishing due to their speedy wings. A few fairies could be seen flying about freely to their left while speaking quickly but quietly to each other. At the same time fairies that were near the teens who giggled with glee, meanwhile small faint buzzing noises could be heard from their wings catching the teens' attention. “Welcome to Misty Lake” Skye announced in a cheerful manner, now offering his hand to Anberine, who in turn was left transfixed by the harmonious scene that was being unveiled before her.

“Edgy. Distrustful. Lost to their impulses. They wanted control over magic… over us.” Her voice cracked with something old and broken. “We were powerful. Far more powerful than they were. But we were outnumbered.” My stomach curled as I watched witches—women, children, elders—running, screaming, burning. Wolves attacking like it was their only instinct left. “It was brutal,” she whispered. The scene dissolved and shifted—now showing her, the Scarlet Witch herself, standing on a mountain of flames, holding a spell so enormous I could feel it ripple across my skin even here.