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He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

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

Not that this is atypical for our queen, but it is exhausting, given that many of the Bound don’t have powers and those of us that do, don’t have many. You try moving a giant springy balubar vine without getting eaten. Not an easy task. When I saw the plans for the glitter bomb and vine welcome, I knew that had been the plan all along. It was elegant, something that looked like a celebration, but was really a good way to trace the witch’s magic and follow the wolf when he shifts. And the bespelling of the wine? Well, that was pure Titania. Pure fae politics. She often used my power of enchanting during this time and this was no exception. I bespelled the wine to make sure they would be

She hated Selma with everything in her And she also suspected her. She wondered why Selma would never leave the house or even have visitors of her own. Soon, Beatrice started monitoring Selma. One day she sneaked into Selma's on the side of the castle and found different strange items that were not ordinary and immediately she knew that Selma was a witch. Beatrice was also our way that in the werewolf community, witches are not allowed. She was aware of the consequences of allowing witches in the community. so she confronted our husband one night.

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

“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.”

“You were… you were possessed. You attacked us.” The words hit me like a freight train. “What?” My eyes dart across her body and I freeze when I catch sight of the deep gashes on her shoulder, the blood smeared across her shirt. My stomach turns. “Did I… did I do that?” She nods, quickly adding, “But it wasn’t you, Xander. It was never you. You were bewitched. That thing.. whatever it was, it took over you. You weren’t yourself.” A cold shiver shoots down my spine, settling in my chest like ice. Bewitched. The very word carries weight, darkness, like something ancient and cruel had crawled inside me and made me its puppet.

The woman said, and Beatrice nodded. Although the woman had a black scarf covering her face and a long clothe that looked like a gown that hid every part of her body... Beatrice smiled and nodded again. "You don't have to worry, I am fine." She assured and walk pass the woman in to the library. They were few people in there and almost five had the same attire like the woman she had bumped into. She creased her forehead but smiled at everyone. Going to the shelf.. Beatrice began to search for any books that had to do with the witches and wolves curse.

I questioned. "You're a witch," he states. I wait for something more shocking. "I'm pretty sure that's common knowledge at this point." "Someone like you hasn't existed in hundreds of years." "I'm aware," I state. "Your point?" "The last one, Maria Bennet, was a witch turned into a werewolf," he continues. Our gaze broke as he began to turn and head to the back of the library, me trailing behind him. I had never heard the name before but yet her name held such familiarity to me. "It was said that when she was scratched by the wolf, her witch powers fought with the wolves. She spent days in excruciating pain because her body couldn't decide between the two. It was believed that she was going

The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual. The maidens lined up, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. The divine witch began her incantations, her voice rising and falling with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very ground they stood on. She moved slowly, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she passed by each maiden. Finally, she stopped in front of a young woman named Isabella. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The witch placed her hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and a bright light enveloped them both.