Novel & Cerita Wimp Witch

“Today will be your downfall.” The wolves screamed as the witch chanted a spell. This was a cue on Christine to kill the witch. Witches cannot fight back when their hex exchange with a soul. And on cue, with a grimace expression, she chanted the same spell, but faster. She pointed her finger on the witch and before the latter could kill the gamma, she casted the spell to herself.

Whatever tickles your pickle. The witch, Citra, is a waiflike, small slip of a girl. She is pale skinned, with hair that is nearly white. She had reached the witch age of majority, 18, and had declared that the Meteoric Rise Pack was corrupt. She had done everything that she could to get Nathan out of there and away from Julian. That was how she was brought to the oracle, Michael. Her goddess, Hecate, had sent her there. It made sense, since Selene had said that she was working with Hecate.

“You mean it won’t be easy.” She shook her head. “Witches are tricksters. They’re slippery and sly. They can teleport, change their appearance, and even move their entire homes with the snap of a finger. If you make an attempt and fail, the witch will come after you with a vengeance unlike anything you’ve ever seen.” The warning hung heavy in the air. Nathan, who had been silently listening, finally spoke. “So, if we do this, we have to get it right the first time. No room for errors.”

*SWOOSSHH SWOOSHHHH!!* the Witch is targeting me!! her eyes was little different to the other zombie it has a cross yellow mark on it i want to shout! but any of my voice is not coming out from my mouth! I just steadily watching the Witch that is rushing towards me!! I don't want to die again! everything has become slow motion and the only thing that I can only do is to watch and watch and watch my impending death... but before the Witch hits me a shadow appears from my peripheral vision

While the Alpha Rogue is recuperating, Krisanta talks to Beta, who controls his colleagues. Who'd have guessed that, unlike their prior packs, all the werewolves here obey their ruling leader? "Affimative, Krisanta." Emman's response to the witch who appeared as a docile pup The witch's piercing gaze landed on the Beta. "Ensure it," she commanded with a firm tone, her piercing gaze fixed on the other's face. "We're not merely playing here," the witch interjected. Krisanta, the witch, even deigned to toss her hair. Her self-esteem was vast, especially in light of her immense power. She was a master at stealing power from others.

But right now they had an advantage and they needed to use it. Immi suddenly rejoined the group. She placed her hands on the table as she glanced at Belle. “Nimue.” One name. It was all it took for everything to snap into place for Belle. Nimue was a witch who had been outcast from the human realm. She practiced the darkest magic and had taken many innocent lives over the years. A few years ago, Gladdis had managed to imprison Nimue for helping the Rogue King attack Amaris and kidnap an alpha staying at the castle, Brielle, who had been there participating in the Battle of the Alpha’s with her three mates. Nimue wanted to overrule Belle’s parents and turn the werewolves into her own personal

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

Nik went ahead to tell them about the Zombie witches. I could feel the dread rolling off of them in waves. "Do you really think I will believe your bullshit?" Alpha Ralph crossed his arms. "No. But you best believe your eyes." He said and at the snap of his fingers, four slaves pushed in a large screen on wheels. It turned on and then a video started playing—a video I hadn't seen before. A man was standing next to an old woman in a black cloak. "That's Adrik and a witch—an extremely strong one."

Infact, it was as if he was enjoying this little charade and it was pissing me off. My hold on him tightened. "Who are you?" He smirked, and when he didn't respond I began to smother his heart. But there was something different about him. He was more powerful than the Vampires I had come across. I began whispering, my magic choking him but he was fighting it off. He had a witch on his side. Just on my thoughts, I felt an instant wobbling of my brain and a woman was before me chanting. She held a middle sized locket in her hands and immediately it appeared in my hands with a black fluid staining my hands. Using my magic, I picked her off the ground, shoving her against countless harsh surface

The commander acknowledges the warning, acknowledging the danger that lurks in the presence of this witch. The commander then shares a chilling revelation. He informs Lucien about the witch, who is a powerful and age-old witch, about a thousand years old who has been wreaking havoc by abducting children from within the pack. The witch, despite her outward beauty, possesses supernatural abilities that allow her to subdue and neutralize the inherent powers of werewolves. It is a disheartening realization that their supernatural strengths are rendered useless against this formidable adversary. The commander goes on to explain that only a normal man armed with assault rifles stands a chance agai