Witch Hat Atelier Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"For now, forget about Lucien. Our issues are more serious. However, you already know what to do if you locate him. He responded with a nod and hurried to follow the instructions. Before leaving the battle room, I glanced at Ronan, who was lying on the ground. Chaos had started by the time I got to the outside yard. The breeze was toxic. It smelled of something much deeper and more horrible, along with the metallic smell of blood. In an attempt to seal the breach, patrol captains were yelling commands and marching in frenetic lines. There was a crack in the gates. It seemed to be a gateway. They arrived before I could comprehend what was going on. Black-cloaked, hooded people surged out of t

I sit on the edge of my bed. My hands felt heavy. When did I start hurting her again? I close my eyes. And I’m not here anymore… *** I’m fifteen. Crisp white shirt. Black blazer. The gold crest of Wolves-Heaven stitched over my chest. The courtyard parts when I walk through it. Girls giggle. Boys step aside. Some glare when they think I can’t see. I see. I always see. “Morning, Alpha Heir,” someone mutters. I don’t answer.

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He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.

With a heavy heart, I shut out the pleading voice at the back of my head. A chant echoed from all four corners of the room causing the room to strum. A peaceful hum emanated from the floorboards and as I opened my eyes to see what was transpiring, I noticed the bloody sigils on the floor began to transfigure. Yasmin the witch walked up to Satake who was now blanketed with a blue glow. Behind him were what looked like furry tails. All nine of them wiggled furiously. I watched as Yasmin raised a crystal-like sickle and whacked it to the floor. Thunder forked outside and windows around the house splintered. The almost incorporeal tails became material.

"Um... okay. What do you need me to do?" "I just need you to sit there, but I need those hovering he-wolves to back off," she replied before turning to them, "Sit over there and don't disturb me. I am not going to hurt her." She went into another room momentarily before bringing out a tray filled with crystals, candles, and intricate symbols drawn on sheets of old paper. I made myself comfortable on the plush cushion of the seat as Agatha prepared for the ritual. She lit several candles, the flames flickering and casting eerie shadows on the walls. She then placed her hands on either side of my head and began chanting softly in a language I didn't recognise.

So, I'll just drop it here for those of you who understand! Oh, and this book will start serializing with daily uploads as soon as we get to 100 views. Thanks! Prologue The Witch COLOURFUL FIREWORKS painted the night sky while loud music from the palace played. The smell of delicious food and wine hung in the air. The dark-haired witch walked speedily into the night, clutching her bundle against her chest. To her credit, the little urchin made no noise. The woman hid the baby, her heart pounding as she put on a false sense of bravado and walked past the palace guards.

**Winter's POV** My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty and determination as I clutched the decoy book close. A part of me feared the witches would see through the facade and refuse to help. But I had to try—I couldn’t return to my friends empty-handed. Reaching the edge of the mystical boundary, I paused, taking a moment to ground myself. The Moonshade Lilacs greeted me like old friends, their petals shimmering softly. I inhaled deeply, the magical aroma infusing me with courage. The boundary once again parted for me, wisps of violet mist swirling in its wake, guiding my steps back into the witch realm.