Novel & Cerita Witch Of The Waste Howl's Moving Castle

A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the room, casting a pale blue light over my features as it replayed the scene below in high definition. I watched the silver-haired witch move. She was a debacle - a beautiful, jagged error in the fundamental laws of magic. She shouldn't have been able to summon that scythe. The weight of the Mors Aeterna should have crushed her soul into dust, yet she swung it like she was reclaiming a lost limb.

I positioned my other hand in Baltazar’s direction and created a vortex by moving my arms in a circular motion. His eyes widened, releasing black and red smoke all at once, followed by a fire blast. But the vortex contained all the elements, and Baltazar swirled with them inside. As I move my arms faster, so does the maelstrom that carries Balatazar’s body. I could hear him roar in an eerie sound without even seeing him. I slowly dragged the mouth of the vortex near the black hole without reducing its speed. As the whirlpool neared the opening, Baltazar’s scream got louder. The vortex slid inside the hole and went spiraling down to its deepest. I listened as his voice slowly faded into nothi

She looks around in search of a way out, I'm not going down, not without a fight. There's a dumpster nearby, she makes her way to it and opens it. Eeeeww! This stinks.At this rate I can't be choosy. She removes two bags of trash, gets in it and covers herself with the trash. The next few seconds and they're there, it's just three of them though. "Where could she have gone?", one asks the rest. "Let's look around, she couldn't have gone far", another replies. Someone is coming close to the dumpster, she feels the trash covering being lifted, "no normal being would be on this, human or strongest witch", she hears him muttering.

Izanna explained. “The Moon Goddess must be off her rocks,” Duran rolled his eyes, finding it hard to believe that she’d pair werewolves with vampires and witches. “Give it a rest, Duran. You know better than to question the Goddess,” Valko grunted. “It’s just strange, that’s all,” Duran shrugged his shoulders. "This is a strange finding indeed," I let out. "So Izanna, you’re saying when we go up to the mountain, we'll find the witch with the werewolf?"

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

The headquarters of the witch mentioned by Sol was in the middle of an uninhabited mountain range. From the satellite images brought by Sol, the witch's building was located in the ruins left by the ancient inhabitants. Since it was underground, one might not realize that there was a large prison underground even if they found the place.

The rustling sound grew closer, and when I saw why there was noise near the bottom of the mountain where the rocks that fell from the top collected like a gravel road, I thought I saw my worst nightmare. It can’t be, I thought, blinking my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining what I saw. But there was no doubting who those ugly shapes belonged to, whose curved spines crept through the night. Witchwolves. Camilla was so sure that Elena wouldn’t show herself. Clearly, she had been wrong. The witchwolves were in California again, disappearing behind the mountain and into the Mystic Moon territory. Alexander. My heart pounded as I raced back to the cabin, unable to speak while I ran. As soon as

My breath shortens. Panic prickles my spine. I want to cry. It’s ridiculous. I’ve seen petrified corpses. Flesh turned into canvas. Wolves tortured beyond recognition. But this? This makes me want to collapse. I don’t move. I just stare. It looks so harmless. So elegant. It doesn’t move. It doesn’t glow or pulse or scream. It just sits there, quiet and small and perfect. But somehow, it feels affects me more than anything I’ve seen in this whole cursed castle. Something in my very soul is screaming.

“All right, I'll take Master Robert home, you go back to Master Robert's house and hide your red hair.” Vale immediately headed for the castle that Winky was referring to. Vale luckily already memorized the map around him, he quickly found the castle. Vale's hair was silver white, no one suspected him of being a witch. He hid behind the garden and used his eagle eyes to look inside, it was true that the castle had anti-magic protection. He immediately mustered his strength, breaking through the fortress. At that instant, he immediately teleported in and brought Robert out in seconds. Vale, a master wind witch, as his name suggests, he can do anything as fast as the wind. “Man, it's good that

“We’ve made our point.” “With me,” I order the wolves. I send most of them back to the castle right away. “Run home, we’re going to need the trucks.” They don’t argue. They expected a battle and didn’t get one. Most of them will want to run off the unused adrenaline. Willow comes walking out of a house followed by a whole queue of witches dressed in similar rags as the ones we rescued back when Marlon took her. “They’re coming with us,” she says and sticks her chin out, daring me to contradict her.