Witch Godmother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

TO WALK ON TWO FEET AGAIN AS HUMAN AND SWITCH BACK TO WOLF AS SHE PLEASES” I threw the ingredients on Luna Iris and she immediately fell to the ground writhing in pain and howling. A strange wind began to blow around us and raised me off the ground. That’s when a surge of darkness rushed out of her and filled my body. The pain I felt from it was unimaginable, I couldn’t even let out a sound. It felt like fire filled my veins and eventually nothing but darkness took over. It was a peaceful darkness, not like the other times where it was filled with nightmares and things that had happened in my life. I was walking through a field filled with daffodil. After all I had been through I was finall

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Her eyes were silver and she wore a silver dress that shimmered in the blue light. Azura was mesmerized by the woman’s beauty. “Come my child,” the woman spoke, her voice so serene. Azura stepped closer. “I’ve been waiting for you,” the woman said softly. “Why? Who are you?” Azura asked curiously. “I am your mother and mother of all wolves. I am the goddess of the moon. I am Selene,” she replied with an earnest smile. Azura was taken aback at her response. “But what can I do for you?” Azura said confusedly. “My child, you are special. You are my gift to my children. You are the key to end Leus’s evil,” she said smiling again. Azura was still confused. “But..how am I suppose

Before it can settle in, I drag her by the neck, down the hallway toward her room. “I bind you, Leticia Latmus. In the names of our mother, Selene, Goddess of the Moon and Hecate, Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft, I bind you from using your given abilities or abilities you have gained over your lifetimes,” My voice booms as I lug her down the hallway. She claws at my hand desperately, trying to escape, but it’s no use. I lock my grip and there is no way I’m letting go.

But as I sat there I started to think about what Donovan had told me about his first mate. “Didn't he say that she wasn't the same species as he and I? That doesn't make sense if the Nevilles were her parents,” I thought to Zoya. “She was a witch like her mother. That scary man is mated to a witch,” She explained to me. With my brow creased I asked her how she knew that. “The Goddess informed me, dear,” she said softly and I growled sourly. Growing pissed off about the Goddess giving my Lycan vital information late, my thoughts evaporated when Gideon appeared suddenly, helping to hold up Donovan.

"If you claim to be his son then, why didn't she mention you to us?" "I see you know her, don't you?" He spoke with a calm voice and tried to look into my eyes. I caught him staring passionately at me while the Wolves remained silent and looked at us. "I know her. She is my godmother. She took care of me when I was a child and brought me up a Good Witch." "Wait a minute, you are Witch too?" There was a look of surprise on his face as he asked. "Yes, I am. That's why I need you to explain what happened between you and her if indeed she was your biological mother?"

Her mother started to chant. “Moon is my might, Sun is my light, Light to dark, dark to light, I call upon the goddess to protect her child!” Willow knew that chant; the second one she didn’t. The words mumbled as she spoke, and she couldn’t seem to understand it all. A dark cloud seemed to encircle her mother when she cast the spell. The goddess was angry with her. Willow felt a tear rolling down her face as the goddess smote her mother. When the darkness cleared, Willow gasped to see that her mother had a scar going across her face.

I went to lunge in her direction, when the earth shook under my feet and as I turned Beta Winston ran in front of me, followed by Russ and Steve. My eyes shifted to Hera, her face contorted with anger as her words bellowed out, “sisters remove them.” I blinked as all three were lifted into the air and as 9 witches held their right hands up as if chocking them. My anger rose and I took a step, only for the ground to shake and the Moon Goddess herself stood behind me, but her scent was Amelia’s and my heart clenched in my chest. She shouldn’t be here was all I could think about as I heard the goddess’ voice boom out, “ENOUGH.” My eyes widened as the Goddess Hecate was standing next to her.

The witches around her began to chant again, desperately calling upon their ancestors. Too late. I lifted both hands and whispered the words my mother had once taught me in a forgotten dream. “Lunis Ordania. Return to light.” A wave of pure moonfire erupted from within me, blinding, cleansing. It tore through the witches’ enchantments. Screams echoed. The hybrids twisted, shriveled, and vanished. The witches burned not with flame, but with moonlight—disintegrating into ash. Ama stood at the center, trying to resist. Screaming spells. Her form warping into something monstrous.