Witch Bandora Novels & Stories

Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself. Aranjo chose to play fast-paced music, the music she played was a song that told the story of the greatness of the sky realm warriors while fighting. So many feelings are contained in the music it brings. One thing Aranjo doesn't realize is that when she is immersed in the rhythm, her aura spreads and affects all the guests. Only high-powered Gods and goddesses would not be affected by the aura. The emperor saw clearly the color of Aranjo's aura. Currently, Aranjo's magic power was at a moderate level where the aura color was red. But golden sparks framed that red aura that affected the guests.

•LEO• “This has come as a surprise to many of you, but as the Luna has said, we want to give everyone a fair chance of being my new Beta,” I announced to the people, though I felt like ending the ceremony. “The person who will pass the divine tests will work beside me to build a better and more powerful pack in the western region.” People cheered, and all the competitors leaned closer. They seemed eager to prove their worth, and among them was Xander, Mary’s brother.

“The scent will attract more ferals. This will mask it. They won’t sense you.” “Thank you,” I murmured, staring at the band. The material felt warm, almost alive against my skin. I had never seen anything like it. But someone else had. “What… what are you doing?” Judy’s voice sliced through the silence, almost in a whisper. I turned just enough to see her eyes go wide, her face draining of color. “That’s— That’s a Luna’s wristband.” The words enlightened me. A few nearby Alphas turned sharply at her outburst. The Luna’s wristband was a sacred token — one that symbolized protection and status. It was never given to outsiders. Not ever. It was only supposed to be given to Ben’s Luna.

It was an unfair number. “Bandits!” Yunda yells, helping his brother up off the ground to continue a battle they had already begun. The bandits in question seemed human in nature but because of how covered they were in black garments, masks, and weapons, I knew better than to assume they were anything but Daemonaria. I look behind me to see another basket-hilted sword on the floor of the carriage, it looks similar to Corvu’s, and honestly it helps me to feel better remembering that fact. I rush forward to help Bella, who is currently fighting off two of the masked figures at either side of her. My first attempt at real sword fighting was a bit of a blunder.

she muttered towards the omega male, who sits up, face settling with guilt as he rubs her shoulder. “I know, I’m sorry about it…I told you it would come clean, and I would. It’s true Navori and I are what you call conventional siblings, but not by blood. I was taken in by the Bandoras when my parents died in battle against the Lykos clan,” he explained, and surprise dawns on Myra’s face as she listened.

Joey says to me and I answer with a sharp nod before digging into the sweet-smelling food. A few minutes into the meal, I try to make conversation, “What part of Zorah are you guys from? I don’t know much about the geography of the place but I’d still like to know.” Thea answers first, as usual, “Well I’m from Corva, the trade capital, and so is West.” “I’m from Doran, a small, quiet place. And you?” Joey asks. “My mom’s from Orion so I guess I can say I’m from there too.” I answer.

Her wristband was wider—bold, dominant. **Liora’s** dress was deep violet velvet—flowing, asymmetrical hem, silver-threaded shadows embroidered along the sleeves like living ink. Black leather belt low on her hips, crimson accents at the cuffs. Her wristband was thinner, more delicate, but the fangs were sharper, more artistic.

As I did this I noticed what is now a red crusty shirt that I was wearing. I probably should find a new one….As I looked around trying to find some kind of fresh clothing, I saw nothing but blood stained shirts…. “Guess I will just have to keep it then..” I mumbled. Then I looked at the main piece of armour the bandit was wearing. It was a kind of fur armour. The fur looked to be switched in the rough shape of a torso and was then held tight by an assortment of leather straps. I got to work quickly trying to undo the amour. There were at least five straps on each side of the body. Each one was done so tight, it took me a little while to undo. As I got to the last two, I heard the sound of a

“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him. Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears. “Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and pray

“There’s something we haven’t tried yet, maybe it will work out for you who knows.” He paused, hesitating. That alone made my heart sink further. Luca never hesitated. Not unless the idea was dangerous. Or desperate. Is this one? “There’s a band,” he said slowly, “an ancient one. Worn on the arm or wrist. It drains wolf energy... pulls it out slowly to keep the human side alive longer. Some called it a mercy band. Others called it a curse.” He looked at me then, searching for a reaction. “It could slow the poison,” he added. “Not stop it. But maybe... buy us more time.”