Witch Godmother の小説・ストーリー

"I lost the one person who would love me to be with another. I, too, lost faith as it turned to vengeful thoughts. I planned to have my revenge on them and prove that their life wasn't worth my concern by becoming the Mistress of Pandora and having my closes friends like Zayn here. They have my back. I didn't become a witch to show how powerful I am. I am a witch because of my blood. I will show them I can care for myself and protect others." "What are you trying to say?" She asked in a calm voice. "You already made Pendleton suffer enough and even caused the Rainbow Whales to go berserk," I still can't figure out how she is doing. "Don't destroy this town because of your father and this man

I just pray that the witch doctor can help her and that she is strong enough to withstand the dark magic that I had poisoned her with. Bending my knees, I decided to do something I haven’t done in a very long time. I began to pray to the Moon Goddess to ask her to watch over and protect Willow and to help her fight the dark magic that her sister had poisoned her with. If anyone truly deserved the Moon Goddess’s help it was Willow and I prayed that the Moon Goddess hears my pleas to help her.

Long ago, when the Moon Goddess slept inside the cradle of oblivion, Comba was the only god of the world. Just like how the Moon Goddess blessed the werewolves with their wolf counterparts, Comba blessed the witches with the ability to command the nature at will across the seven seas.

“It was different for us. Lilah…. “But Lilah isn’t responsible for the others.” I try, hoping that he would start realising there were bigger things happening in the world. He clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes. “What’s so special about this witch then? “Daphne said witches pray to the Horned God. This witch doesn’t, she prays to the Moon Goddess. I thought with Daphne being half wolf, this could be exactly what she needs.” He sighs and leans against the tree. “You really think that this is the best thing to do?”

Looking up into my eyes, I could see tears near its edges. “After the Moon Goddess left, we all tried to get the answer as to why your eyes were red, yet Brian’s was Hazel. It took months of getting witches, warlocks, and anybody we could get to tell us the reason. While looking for answers, Hecate came to us.” She is the Three-Faced Greek Goddess of Witchcraft. “She explained that while your father was a werewolf, he was also a hybrid.”

The Greek witch Lady had no idea that Aphrodite was planning on using the witch lady's own blood and soul to provide unparalleled power for the creatures, just so she could defeat the Moon Goddess. Witch Lady was murdered mercilessly by the Goddess Aphrodite and with her dark soul and blood, rose those most horrific creatures of all, the skinwalkers. Goddess Selene was puzzled how she could actually defeat those creatures. It seemed like the skinwalkers were taking over the Moon Goddess' warriors. She couldn't kill the creatures, but her own people were dying.

Willow immediately bowed her head after finally regaining her composure when the reality of the situation cleared up. "Goddess Hecate, it's such an honor." Willow's heart thundered in her chest. To meet the Goddess of Witchcraft was a very rare occurrence amongst the Witches, and she only showed herself to those with exceptional power. Hecate's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned her back to her and began walking through the mist. Willow raised her foot to follow when she felt something cold and smooth slither past her. Glancing down into the mist, a serpent with scales that were like oil on water had brushed alongside of her, but paid her no mind. She sucked in a breath until the ser

“I got her the best gift for her sixteenth birthday.” “You better have.” He chuckled as he suddenly came to a stop. “Talking about the principessa.” “Papa.” I heard the softest, most angelic voice yell from the top of the stairs. My gaze slowly moved up, finding the most stunning woman my eyes have ever laid eyes on. “Isadora, come down and greet your godfather.” Francisco waved her down, making me gulp. Isadora? That was my angel? There was no way that this beautiful woman was my goddaughter. She looked at least twenty-five. Fūck my life.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

“Why would I need to realise anything when I have nothing to do with that girl?” 'He’s lying,' the voice whispered. 'He knows. He’s just pretending.' “‘Girl’,” I scoffed, ignoring the voice. “That would be a gross understatement. She is the literal Goddess of Sight; Selene’s mother. A being created at the beginning of time that is now bound and trapped inside a mortal body. That 'girl' is more powerful than you could possibly imagine.” “What…?” was all Aleric managed to say.