Novel & Cerita Witch Of Envy

She winked at us and smiled, “Yes they did.” Then Levi approaches us with a tiny blonde woman with bright blue eyes. She was just too cute for words. Levi smiled, “Breena Pari, of the Fairy Kingdom, meet my brother, Prince Elliot and his new mate… is that Elisabeth?!” Elliot and I laugh, and I chime in, “Elisabeth of the White Witch Coven. But it’s just Elisa now.” Levi laughs, “Bro! All of our prayers were answered!” Elliot smiles, “Yes they were. If you’ll excuse us, we want to talk to Queen Winnie and mom and dad.” Levi chuckles, “In a hurry to get out of here?” Elliot laughed and just shook his head as we walked away.

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

J U L I A N I stared at the woman in the waiter's uniform, trying to place her face. There was something familiar about her, the sharp green eyes, the way she held herself with perfect posture despite clearly being nervous. Then it clicked. Elara Vance. Charles Vance's granddaughter. Richard Vance's daughter. The enemy's precious princess, standing in front of me in a waiter's uniform, a failed attempt at disguising herself, asking for a business meeting. This should be interesting.

This scent was not good. My violet eyes snap to the side only to see a figure appearing. A woman, a witch, a dark witch. "Who are you?" I tilt my head to the side to study her. Dark lacy clothes, covering nothing showing her private parts. Brown dark curls falling around her shoulders, red lips tinted her smirking mouth. Nasty. She elegantly walks over to me, Cylester stiffens on my shoulders, his nails sharp and jutted out ready to attack anyone who wishes me harm. "I am Wuna, a witch from Mericel coven." She says.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

Alpha Jefferson transformed into his powerful white wolf form, fighting alongside his son amidst the splattering blood that painted the once pristine white floor. For a fleeting moment, Jenna felt perplexed as she observed the high witch approaching her with a gesture of assistance and healing. "Why?" she questioned. "Save your inquiries for later, little witch. I owe Lord Lawvosky a debt from long ago," the high witch, known as Nirvana, explained. Jenna’s eyes widened, "You... Oh my. You're the..." "Not now, little witch. Let's focus on vanquishing these dark witches first. We must unite our efforts," Nirvana urged, as they jointly cast a potent enchantment against their adversaries.

A young human woman in a filthy singlet top and panties tried to flee past them, but Vincent caught her, and threw her back inside, before closing the broken door behind them. The woman fell over a bag of rubbish in the hallway and then scrambled backward on her elbows and heels, crablike, away from Vincent and Reid. There were bruises up and down her arms and legs, her lips were cracked and her nose bleeding from the fall. Her pupils were pinned under the effect of some narcotic. One of the other werewolves stepped out of a side room, picked her up by her upper arm, and propelled her inside. At the top of the stairs, another looked down at them. “He’s up here,” he told them.

Her words were the bitter truth. Yes, I still crave for her but I needed her to be back home. Back to her Dad and Us. “I am jealous, yes, but I would have given up had it been you were in love with another person not just a Vampire. Can't you see that he bewitched you?” “Bewitched? Isn't it meant to be the other way around, I'm a witch too. I should be the one to bewitch him.” I held my hands into a tight grip. I am furious, she keeps defending him and it is getting on my nerves.

“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.

Nothing but evil! My brain was struggling to come to terms with her sudden revelation. What more should I expect from someone like her. At that moment, Davina released her witch scent as the peach and Vanilla mixed and diffused into the room. I was trying hard not to believe her but her scent did not lie. One sniff was enough for me to believe she was truly a witch. The vanilla scent was one distinctive fragrance of witches and she arrogantly showed it off as mischievous smirked grew on her bloody face.