Novel & Cerita Witch Gods

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

Which resulted in them defying the spirits that gave them the beauty. The Calypso, the Korean line of Magna. Witchcraft ran in their veins, mixed with blood. They were closely related to Atlas because they shared the power of witchcraft with them. They were warlocks and witches that fell for the beauty of Cassiopeia, ending with their powers also stripped by the spirits, whom they defied. They tried hiding for a long time, but were caught eventually.

The slight graze of contact allows dark magic to flood my spirit, balancing out the light. My feet plant firmly to the ground and I raise my arms above my head, letting the magic amplify my command. “Selene, Gracious Goddess of the Moon, Mother of all werewolves, Mother of the Menae, I call on you. Hecate, Merciful Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of all witches, wizards, and warlocks, I call on you. Hades, Powerful God of the Dead, King of the Underworld, I call on you. Persephone, Prosperous Goddess of Spring and Nature, Queen of the Underworld, I call on you.”

At that time, the three witches showed up, and told the princess that, they may have a useful information, they said by experience, when they were in the business of hurting people, they had came about many strange human beings, and something about human on earth was that, there were not only human existing, some of them were, demigods, gods born of woman, and they may have come across some gods among men,they said without doubts, the princess, Antinuke, bear,and a man called the Goldsmith were all gods among men, she stood up and reasoned, it may be true that Antinuke and the bear are not humans, but herself and The warlock can't possibly be gods or goddess, the three witches laughed unti

Through an oracle, they commanded them to stop their war and find a way to coexist, or else the deities would send their wrath upon them. At first, they didn’t listen. The wolves wanted more territories, the vampires wanted more blood, and the witches and warlocks wanted more power. It was chaos with the wolves’ attacking vampires and witches for their lands. Vampires attacking witches and humans for blood, and witches and warlocks using vampires and werewolves as blood sacrifices to strengthen their magic.

he began, “then you haven’t seen even half of what he can do.” The room went completely silent. “Varkros is not just evil,” he continued. “He is something far worse. He is a wolf–witch god. A being worshipped by rogue wolves like the nightstalkers… and by witches as well.” I felt a cold chill crawl down my spine. “He has many forms,” he went on. “Many names. Many titles. But in the underworld, there is one name they all know him by—Varkros.” No one moved.

She embraced me like her own because I was naturally loved by dark magic. Every coven had a witch who intervened for them. They were hybrids, a vampire-witch hybrid which was believed to be able to communicate with the supreme deity, Hecate. They were highly revered in each covens as they could see incoming dangers and wave bad spirits from the covens. "They seek an alliance and vow to pledge all their loyalty and be at your mercy my king!" Klaus mumbled. "And in every full moon nights, werewolves would be sent to us as slaves." He muttered.

list. All I really know about Ios is that it’s a party island along the Greek coast. So why in the actual hell would Loviatar, a goddess, keep the Riding Hoods there? And why would she want anything to do with them? Compared to the gods and goddesses of this world, the Riding Hoods are nothing. Oh, they want to be something. And if they’d succeeded in turning me into the most powerful witch of all time, maybe we could’ve clawed our way into the room—but we’d never have had a seat at the table.

I hissed in pain, watching as blood welled up, warm and thick, dripping down my wrist. The witch’s tongue slithered from her mouth. She licked the wound. Slow. Deliberate. Like she was tasting me. Her eyes rolled back, and she shivered, her body convulsing in what looked like sick pleasure. Then she turned to Beth. Beth whimpered, shaking her head. “Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please don’t—” The blade came down. Another slice. Another shudder of delight from the witch as she devoured the blood.

Gunnar, Bianca, the guards, and the warriors all shifted into their wolves and ran into the crowd of witches. Helios, Hermes, Nyx, Eris, and Sabnac ran with the wolves and used their magic on the witches. Some of the witches froze when they realized they were fighting gods and goddesses. They knew their magic wouldn't be able to defeat them.