Witch Elvira Romane & Geschichten

“Hold on, okay? Hold on.” Not now, not now. Tears flowed from her eyes, she can't die just like that. Just when they knew the truth. Everybody went silent. They gathered around the priestess of Virsathen and the great elf witch. “There’s no need.” The witch held onto Inwë’s hand to stop her. “I have already finished the Creator’s task for me. I finally found you, the witch heiress and my niece. I know Estelel is happy, wherever she maybe. Her soul can now be freed from the Virsathen. I may now rest my soul.”

"You mean that magic and unusual creatures exist here." "Precisely." I sighed. "But I don't understand how I ended up here," that is the question I'm most dying to know since I woke up here. "And this magic. The real Alice isn't this strong." Icarus closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. "I guess it's time I reveal the truth." I can feel the suspense in his tone as I get the answers I need. "Many years ago, I prophesied the end of the world caused by Elderon and that the only person who can defeat him is a woman with crimson red hair. I could not find such a person throughout my lonely journey and exploring the world until I met Sera."

How inhumanly they had beaten, Elsa could not accept. “They are not dead, might wake up in a while. Stop forcing your tears to be dramatic. I thought you are aware of yourself is not a human child. Neither do they be your parents,” Verada said, pacing back and forth in front of Elsa. She wasn’t lying about how curious she was, not noticing the strange appearance of the woman who was called a witch. The first glimpse of Elsa made her suspicious, but then touching the energy of her body, it didn’t take her long to understand that Elsa was a reincarnated witch.

So, the fact that she was saying all this now obviously meant that she'd succeeded in getting herself into Morgan's bed last night. Morgan, who was next to her, arched an eyebrow. Meanwhile, Elwin strode forward to stand in front of me, shielding me from the unfriendly looks. He then turned around with a blush on his face. "Please don't believe them. I'm no worse than a wolfman." My eyes slipped down to his lower half before I could stop myself… yeah, he wasn’t lying. Observing my silence, Charlotte assumed that I was regretting my situation and opened her mouth to speak again.

With every move she made, the scales on her green tail changed colour. "I'm pleased to meet you, Princess Reefa," Miranda stated. "I'm Nigel Vanderwolf and this is Duran Doe, Velma & Valko Silvers. The beautiful girl standing behind me is Miranda Whitmore, and the vampire is Lazarus Cresttooth." "Wait! Did you just say your name is Vanderwolf and his name is Cresttooth?" Reefa asked, and Miranda nodded. "Oh mighty Poseidon," she gasped. "Is something the matter?" Lazarus sought.

He could draw any answer he wanted—for now—until the real answer was revealed “Maybe I am Melucia. Maybe I’m one of the witches who escaped when you burned down our covens. And now, I’m back to make you pay for all the pain you’ve caused. Doesn’t that seem fair?” “You’re Melucia! I know it! The dark witch warned us that—” Before he could finish, I turned my gaze to Elder Matthew. He had become a liability, unable to keep his mouth shut. It was time to silence him. Permanently. I began to chant softly, my lips moving without sound: “By shadow’s breath and serpent’s hiss, Let flesh unbind, dissolve to mist. Bones laid bare, no soul to save, Fall to dust, descend to grave.”

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.

I tried to meet them, to ask them questions or just know what was going on but they were gone and they had not acknowledged my presence even once all through. They had been so immersed in each other that the rest of us were nothing but spectators in their own little world. I focused on elivra. She was the reason I was here in the first place, I needed to find her and be bound with her before anything else. I couldn't wait and frantically searched again. "I'm here" I heard Elvira's voice and made a sharp turn. She was there, a beautiful white wolf with everything that I could ever ask for. She looked glorious, bigger than almost any wolf that I had ever seen.

“But first…” “In case you haven’t noticed,” she continued, tilting her head playfully, “I’m not a werewolf.” I blinked at her, confused. “You’re not?” Evelina’s lips curved, and for the first time, I noticed the faint shimmer in her eyes, something that didn’t belong to any wolf. “No,” she said, her tone calm and laced with quiet power. “Our mother wasn’t one either. She was a witch. Alaric inherited Father’s wolf, but I… inherited her magic.”

“We were told only five. Wolves, dragons, vampires, witches, and phoenixes. This was the bargain, the balance.” “She was not awakened until now,” Selene said firmly, meeting his fire with unflinching calm. “But she is real. Serenya walks the mortal world, bound to her horse spirit, Solana. She is the Guardian of the Wild Veil—between dawn and dusk, between life and the wilderness itself. She is not of the original five, but of something older.” “Older,” Vaelora repeated, her lips curling. “You mean—forgotten.”