Witch Hat Atelier Characters Novels & Stories

Mira asked as she sat down closer to her friend. Alicia looked at her with a curious gaze, the look on Mira's face gave away that whatever she was about to tell her would be big news. "No, I have not. Tell me." Alicia said to her friend as she stared at her with clear interest. "Well, the war is over. Turns out the werewolves won, and the witches surrendered simply because they were a fucking lot stronger than we'll ever be and we are dying for no reason so they believed it was better to surrender, the alpha of the werewolves will soon take over the throne." Mira said and all the blood drained from Alicia's face.

Her worries are evident in her frequent blinking with a gaze not focusing in one place. Nate’s facial expression is getting darker. I’m not sure if he felt the pain Agatha went through or if he connected the dots that Agatha is part of the rogue group that almost killed him. Will he reject her? Agatha’s voice rang again as she continued her story. “Baltazar, the warlock from the 13th century? He came with the members of the Phoenicia Covenant. They were all cloaked with invisibility, and…….. “ She lifted her head, and her gaze bounced back and forth between me and Nate. “They are in this pack…. I think,” she concluded.

Harrow. "With you being a half-wolf, half witch hybrid, the marriage was a political masterpiece," Zephyr continued. "But Harrow became greedy. He wanted your power, your soul and the throne. He murdered your mother and our father. He even killed you, or so we thought. He was eventually caught and thrown into the Abyss- a prison with no end. But I received a prophecy, Aina. Two years ago, a vision that you were alive, hidden in this mundane, boring human world. I came for you. And now, my plan is succeeding."

Even if it’s not the AI, I can adjust the Dragoknight on the go if any other problems occur. When she heard this, she was baffled. Of course, anyone would think I’m just crazy to think about it, including me. But at that moment, I was so set on making the greatest weapon I will ever create that I was willing to sacrifice my life for it. The Scarlett Witch will have to be the one to put my consciousness into the Dragonknight. After much arguing, the Witch finally agreed. ….. “And then, here I am. In this weapon of greatness that yours truly made.” Arshild’s voice held so much pride in it.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him stretch languidly before sitting up and looking straight at her. "Look at me, Merlin", his voice wasn't loud but it was still commanding and she found herself turning her head to look at him. "Do you know who I am?", he asked, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, trying not to avert her eyes as she felt like she was drowning in those gray depths. "I'm Zeke, Alpha of the Graystorm pack", he spoke with a quiet authority. "How do you know my name?", she asked. "I need a witch, a powerful one and my search led me to you", he answered.

She has something on her face that screams grace and beauty, even in old age. In fact, she looks familiar, like someone I want to remember nothing about - Ezra. She is wearing a simple short white dress, and so are the female witches who are following her. Right behind them, there are about thirty shifted werewolves. "Traitors!" I shout through the mind link I am sharing with Alan, Damien, and the rest of the fighters. "They'll get what they deserve... That's a promise!" Damien answers me back, trying to calm the anger that built inside me the moment I saw them.

He addressed her by the title, a hint of mockery dancing in his tone. The lineage of the Blood Crescent pack has been known to be ruthless, selfish, and power-hungry. They'd do anything just to get power. "You have to let me go," Shota said with a measured tone as her eyes darted around the large chamber they were in. Alpha Cahir stood with his Beta, Gamma, and five witches of the Blood Crescent pack. Shota had recognized one of the witches, Izia, as a sister of the white witches coven before she went astray to seek dark powers from the dark coven.

What was shown was at least ten times more than the previous wyverns deployed to the Diamond Duchy war. And then, someone familiar was caught on the screen. She rode atop a massive Alpha Wyvern. She wore a silver dress with black embroidery along its edges. Her hair was white and long, reaching her waist and tied in a ponytail. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly white. Her face was beautiful but twisted. "There she is," Liam growled. Harriet turned to her husband. He was angry and looked almost like he was going to tear that woman's neck off her shoulders through the screen.

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.