Witch Pretty Cure Novels & Stories

he added Dean and I growled lowly in warning and Lowell chuckled louder this time "Calm down, don't get all growly yet. Yes, I don't know the cure because since the poison was created by a witch; only a witch can concoct a cure. I only know that there is a way to slow down the effects of the poison in order to gain back at least half of your strength and buy you more time to find a witch for the permanent cure" he stated and I cocked my head

For a few moments, I thought she would run away from me. Although she is a powerful witch, even an ordinary wolf can snatch her life away when caught by surprise, let alone an alpha wolf. The witches’ bodies are not so different from humans; their physical abilities are the same; they can get hurt and die at the same rate if not for a healing spell of witches, but Agatha cannot heal herself; it is one of the curses of a white witch.

Willow told her. "Damn, I guess Lily was right after all. That changes things." Dante mumbled beside her, shaking his head at her when she wanted to ask what he meant by that. "What else did Hecate say?" Miss J asked earnestly. "The spell used to release her spirit was an ancient demonic spell that no Witch knows about. I think if we can somehow find out what that spell was, we can find a way to reverse it." Willow's hands shook as she attempted to drink her tea, but Dante took the cup from her and instead grabbed her hands to help calm her down. She didn't feel frightened though. It felt as if she had an adrenaline shot sent through her entire body and its sending her into overdrive.

She also caught the plague. Actually, we physicians don't know the exact cure for the pandemic. We just stick to the alternatives to at least give the dying patients some hope. We often perform bloodletting in which we cut the boil, so the blood and pus will ooze out from the body. I approached the wealthy man at his deathbed, I didn't even try to touch him and inspected him with my cane instead. He was breathing ghastly. The boils on his arms were as big as an apple. I noticed his nasty excretion laid in a bucket beside him. I was relieved knowing I had my mask on. I sighed in dismay as I told her wife to leave us as I perform my surgery.

Nicole grinned, holding the small vial protectively in her palm. "I know, there's also no cure right? She asked, her eyes lighting up in excitement. Incubus smirked, "There is but it's harder to come by. The cure is the poison but you werewolves did everything to wipe it off the face of the planet." Nicole frowned, "Don't worry, to cure someone who ingested it in liquid form, he or she has to burn it and drink its ashes. I don't think you'll give anyone the chance to think of a cure. You can be magnificently malicious sometimes."

And right then, the section appears like a live photo behind my eyes. In the description, the ingredients for the cure includes sunflower extract, salt, and for lethal cases, a few drops of witch’s blood willingly given by the possessor. According to the later part of the description, the blood can be used solely if the other ingredients aren’t readily available. Thank the goddess. I’m in her favor today. I have no sunflower. No salt. But I have witch’s blood. My blood. And that’s enough. “Hold on Dad.” My voice breaks. “Please hold on.”

It tried to evolve, tried to develop a defense against the new signature, but I was faster. I poured everything I had into purifying the curse, burning it away with the amplified healing power before it could figure out how to resist. Chris screamed as golden and silver light flooded his corrupted arm, but I did not stop. I could not stop. The curse fought back viciously, and I felt it trying to spread to me through our connection. But Iris was there, her lunar magic creating a protective barrier that kept the corruption from jumping to a new host. After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, the last of the curse burned away. Chris's arm returned to its normal color, the wound

Morwen led us to the wooden table and gestured for us to sit. Alistair sank into a chair, his breathing shallow. I sat beside him, refusing to let go of his hand. "The witch's curse is old magic," Morwen said, pouring dark liquid into three cups. "It's designed to destroy a wolf from the inside out. First the connection to their animal. Then their strength. Then their will to live." "Is there a cure?" I asked. Morwen slid a cup toward me. "There is always a cure. But it comes with a price."

I hear a giggle. "Yes, I'm ready. I'm right by her head." I see a tiny twinkle next to Cressida. "Okay, Wyatt, go ahead and freeze time. Davina, put your magic on her. We're going to kill this witch once and for all." I see gold dust cover Cressida, and she looks up in shock just as Wyatt freezes time. Jock, Wyatt, and I run toward Cressida with our swords out and pierce her through her heart.

Persephone winked as she stepped back and gave me some space. “I’ll keep that in mind next time we have sex.” I rolled my eyes and went to the workstation. I pushed the desire for Persephone aside and focused as I dipped my claw into the beaker. The blue liquid swirled and, just like yesterday, changed color as my magic became infused with the cure. “So that’s it?” Reed questioned as he and the others returned to the room. I nodded and stepped back, letting out a slow breath as I returned to normal. “Yes, that is a version of my shaman transformation. The cure has been infused with magic just as I did to cure Persephone. Now we need to administer it to the others.”