Witch: Male の小説・ストーリー

“I did not want him to see a display of your powers so soon. I was hoping to keep that from him, for you to be able to get control of them more before you showed your cards, so to speak.” “Yeah, no kidding. But I wasn’t expecting to be here with him today, if you recall. Speaking of getting in control, he set me up with one of his witches already. I start training or whatever tomorrow.” I don’t even attempt to withhold the disdain in my voice. Even though I have no idea who the witch is, I’m already biased thinking I won’t like her. Or I guess it could be a he. There are male witches, right? Wait. I think they’re called warlocks. Now I’m confused.

Over the years I have learned to trust that voice. It was my refuge in cold and lonely nights, when stars were dim and nothing made sense - my only real friend. Often I wondered how my mother – a witch Princess found herself in this situation – how she agreed to this when in reality she likely did not have to. She had a coven, she was a daughter of a powerful witch Lord. A lot of my history did not make sense, a lot of my family relationship were a mystery to me. I asked the voice, but she was always providing limited information. Somehow I knew she was holding things back from me, as it was not time. I knew she knew more and was not telling. All witches have this voice - it is akin to were

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

I am also excited to meet them but that bitch just ruin my mood. Unfortunately, only girls can be a witch. If a witch has a son he’s not a witch he’s just a normal – a human. They said that our ancestors casted a spell so that women can only be witch and the men can’t use our magic to become superior. I think that’s kind of unfair though, everyone deserves to have what we have right now. “This is Mikaela. She’s in charge with our weaponries. Just one call from you and she’s gonna supply us with tons of weapons. Not that we needed it.” We all laughed at Natalia’s remark, they might be needing it soon.

' He swallowed saliva audibly, shaking his head as he did so. 'Unbeknownst to them, one of the witches had foreseen the attack. They fought back and managed to annihilate all the wizards except one, the one who broke away. After he realised that he had been left alone he retreated and went into hiding. No one ever heard of him again, until we crossed paths. ' 'Does he have a name? ' Tamara was so engrossed in the story, I could feel her interest peaking as my dad spoke. 'Addanc, that is his name and he identified himself when he blocked our path. '

"Why are you pretending to be nice? You are a witch." I have had it with everyone, I was a witch not a murderer. "Look here, I am being a good person and I saved you. You are starting to make me regret that. Yes I am a witch, my father was an Alpha warrior and my mother a human. They gave birth to a witch, a reincarnate. I was rejected by my mate, my parents were killed and I was kicked out by my pack for what? Healing them, being a witch." I scoffed.

“Tell me what I want to know, or you’ll feel what only a few have experienced, and you don’t want to go there.” I went a little higher. She screamed. I mindlinked Gael, ‘Do not come in here, I mean it!’ no response. “Ok!” she screamed. “He has a witch, a real witch and he was going to create this new form of warrior, one that would make his army invincible.” I pulled my aura back considerably now that she was talking. Chris Hemsworth’s father or something like that.” I froze. “How?” “I don’t know, I didn’t care, it had to do with females being the strongest though.

Joan tentatively asked, looking at the door. "Magic, of course." "Witchcraft!" She said with wide eyes again. Her rescuer chuckled at it again. "Yes and no, at the same time. You see, Joan, Witchcraft or wizardry, that is the correct term used for males, is when a person utilizes magic through a magical focus, normally a wand or a staff. Since I don't need to use a focus anymore to use my magic, it's called magecraft." He corrected her. "Ohh."

“The wolves come crawling to Dragon Valley.” Haden stepped forward before anyone else could answer. His shoulders were squared, his voice flat. “We were told there was a witch here. We need answers.” The man’s smile deepened. “Then you’ve found him. Gretorian. Snake by birth, witch by curse. Or gift, depending on who’s asking.” Lechandray’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a hybrid.”

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Where did he go?” “After him!” I ran faster as I heard the pack warriors closing in on me. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I knew there was an explanation. There had to be. I couldn’t be a witch. Witches were always women. I had never heard of a male witch. And, even though witches were women, they were practically extinct. There hasn’t been a single sighting of a witch in years, the war between species made sure of that.