Witch Book Covers 소설 & 이야기

Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up.

"She's the Witch Supreme. That's why her hair changed. I heard she just came from the firstworld, her powers were dormant there but now that she's here, where she belongs, her body can feel the power here and that's what caused the transformation." Seeing that they still don't understand her, she goes on. "She's the Witch Supreme," she says to the guys like they should understand her and when they keep staring at her she says like she's explaining to kids, "what does the Witch Supreme look like? How do we know who the Witch Supreme is?" "Her hair colour, and since our hair is immune to dye no other person has her hair colour," Lukas says. With her hands on her waist she asks, "and what color

Red stitching of a pair of torches printed on the cover shined in the sunlight. "What book is this one?" He asked her curiously. "This here, Sugar, is the book of Hecate." She told him as she opened the cover to reveal aged pages with different languages scripted in it. Images of the moon in its different stages appeared on a page, while some others showed different art of a beautiful moon in the moonlight. Miss J closed the book up and slid it over to him. "I may be well distinguished in multiple languages, darling, but I'm afraid this isn't the sort of genre for me." He pushed the book back toward her.

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

Vaelor said, his voice turning cold and bitter as he looked at the representation of the first Alpha. "It looks like they tried to cut the witches out of the deal to keep the power in the family, and that's when the partnership turned into a parasite," I added, and as I spoke, a section of the floor beneath the carvings began to glow with a deep, liquid light that revealed a perfectly still pool of water caught in a basin of roots.

"Well, it's... It's hard to explain, the book explains it all." "Is it interesting?" She asked looking at the book cover, it was of a young teenager holding a lamp in what looked to be a dark cave, a bat was hanging of his hands and an old witch was behind him. "It looks interesting," She muttered. "It is," He assured. She nodded her head with a small smile and placed her iPods in back, resting her head back against the car seats, she closed her eyes.

Alley said, smiling at me. We walked over and I sat down on the floor next to her. I held out the book and opened the first page to see what the contents were about. "The Blessed." I read out loud. The blessed? I turned the next page to see a man and woman, the man had a white shading while the woman had a black shading, "That could be a white witch and a dark witch.'' Alley said, studying the picture. I looked all over the page until my eyes laid on words that I didn't know how to comprehend at first. "When the light meets the dark a mix of good and evil is born." Um... What does that mean? I tensed a little as I read the words over and over. Alley was scribbling something down on a note

"Some certainly witches but... most innocent." He opened a small book, a Bible I thought. I was surprised to see it was in Hebrew. He began reading in a very low murmur. "It's a Siddur," he said. "A prayer book." "Why'd so many innocent people have to die...? Why this kid with the needle in her arm?" "That was the snare, you see... That's how the sacrifice works. It creates hysteria to destroy the church and the God they oppose. Their dogma is simple. Let the innocent die to serve their cause."

"I know you're still hesitant and that does not concern me at all. But to account for the trauma you've experienced that time, I will let you have this for the time being. . ." As she laid her palm out, a glowing orb, just the size of a fist, emerged from it. Its color is mainly dark purple with some sparkling dots, making it look like a galaxy in a spherical glass. His hand reached for it and watched as it swiftly transfers and levitate an inch from his palm. He took the chance to take a closer view, which the Witch allowed. As he examined it, he noticed its surface's center to be more opaque and almost freaked out when he realized it resembles an eyeball. The rest is transparent and the co