Witch Hat Atelier Characters Novels & Stories

Then he looked at Yarsi, who nodded curtly, stroked Elena's hair and carefully pushed her away from him. - Kim, Erto, Mirovir, you are responsible for security, - said the King of Reeta. – Vic! Are you with us. "Uh, I'm not ready for this yet," the Vistolet tried to retreat. Matzher instantly turned to him. - Girls, - he looked at the werewolves. They instantly let go of Vic and took a step back. The Stranger hit the Wistolian without a swing in the chest, exactly where the heart was. He groaned softly, fell to his knees, bowed his head to the ground. Scaled wings appeared on his arched back, the tips of his ears stretched out like horns through his hair, a pattern of black lines snaked acro

Wyatt's heart raced as he saw the authoritative figure entering the hospital. It was none other than Serene – long, curly, jet-black hair, a dominating smile, modern yet classy. Her presence was undeniably effective, and Wyatt's immediate instinct was to mind-link Ruben and inform him to hide Hazel behind his back. Having a powerful witch in the territory was not a surprise, but Wyatt knew it might catch Serene off guard to see Hazel, a human, in wolf territory. Hazel had already drawn enough attention, and for now, he didn't want Serene to shift her focus onto her.

Horton swallowed two gulps of saliva heavily then said, “We’re on Rheasia territory, so I believe that Satan and the Scarlet Witch will have the courage to go too far. Miss Marissa, don’t worry. I will ensure your safety regardless!” Marissa was relieved by his remark, only ever so slightly. The rest of the foreign bodyguards could feel their legs tremble in fear when they saw Satan and the Scarlet Witch. These were two 2S-class transhumans who were absolute powerhouses. A-class bodyguards like them would not be able to fight these assassins!

Decked in smokey gothic makeup, a black choker around her neck with a ring piercing in one of her nostrils and two tiny round silver balled piercings in her right brow, she maintains her funny smile as she stretches a hand with nails painted black at me. “I’m Welma, and I know I must’ve surprised you. Girls like Kitra never learn the simple way so it’s best to challenge her like that, or she’ll keep trampling over you”. ‘Exactly my point!’ I hear Runa’s enthusiastic agreement and ignore her to politely introduce myself as I take her hand. “I’m Himari, and thanks for earlier” I smile softly and she suddenly wears a look of shock that quickly dissolves into a blown excitement as she brightens

he called to the two who were still sparring. I saw their faces for the first time as they came towards us. The girl had a coffee black skin and her hair was braided into two long ponytails reaching to her back, while the boy was fair, short and stocky. They arrived sweating and breathing hard, with two long knives held loosely in their hands. “This is, Toke, a white witch and the last witchlord,” Oniko introduced me to them. “Toke, meet Chike, a Black, and Ramatu, Red. They are fellow witchlords like you.” He pointed first at the boy, and then the girl.

Alicia happened to be in range when Daito teleported, so she teleported along with him. They ended up outside the castle, on one of the southern hills. Daito picked up the dagger, he slowly impaled himself, Alicia watched on as the blade tardily made its way into his torso. It rested spiked for a while before he pulled it out and opened the grimoire and drew an emblem over one of the pages. Soon after Anato Strider, Dakario, the 5th head and seven of the eight assassins sprang up from a teleportation circle. Alicia was further away, from where Daito had appeared. Daito struggled to walk up to them clenching on his chest. The fifth head dashed to him and started chanting some incantation Alic

The last unit is the Unit of the Desaix Family. The leader of the Unit of Witches is Christina Nukpana. She’s known as a badass leader. She’s protective of her units and she hates Lilia Desaix. Her hair is one of the iconic things about her. She has coily, 4A hair. It hides some parts of her face, including her eyes. Her nose and full lips are the parts of her face that can be seen clearly.

Haratio explained. “Who is she exactly?” Barston asked. “She is the hybrid daughter of a powerful witch. The witch seduced a young alpha that her coven eventually annihilated. This young alpha was from the Regalta bloodline. Eventually, she gave birth and hid the child with her younger brother. The other members of the Regalta bloodline tracked down the witch and her coven and killed everyone as revenge. They had no idea that a child was born from their deceased future alpha and the coven mistress. Her name is Royatalia.” Lazarthio replied.

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

The nervous smile she had plastered on convinced Satake that she was no threat. "What?" Satake said as he put back the knife. "I said, I do it too. You know, visit my Dad just so I can invoke my anger so you are lot alone or weird." "I don't need your affirmation princess." Satake snarled. His gaze settled on the girl. He immediately took note that she was not a shifter. There was something off about her. "And what the hell are you doing here? You aren't a Crow." A smirk formed on her lips. "I am not a werewolf. I'm a witch."