Witch Pretty Cure Novels & Stories

The way the light flings around is making my eyes spin. I'm not the only one that was affected by the only light source that was flying around. Kronos, Blaze, and August had to cover their eyes from the light. "Kuroyuki!" I screamed. "Save the grip for later! The light…!" "…My bad." She then released Persia after apologising. As soon as Kuroyuki released her, the light source became stable. "S-Soigner…!" (H-Heal…!) After Persia casts her healing magic for about two seconds— it was immediately dispelled.

】 Kael did not respond immediately. The witch quickly added, “Alpha, this will save your entire pack!” But I had seen this before, in my last life. If it truly worked, Kael would not have died. Just as Kael was about to speak, I stepped in first. “I’ve seen this cure before.” Kael glanced at me with interest. I looked at the liquid and said calmly, “This only suppresses the symptoms temporarily. It doesn’t cure anything.” “At best, it just delays the poison.”

I explained, trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible. I would rather not tell them that thousands of people would still die during this period because I didn't know how I could stop it or even help in reducing the casualties. Yet, I could feel Axel's gaze on my body, and I hurriedly looked away. He's sensitive, so he must have noticed something wrong, but I don't even know how to explain to him. After a while, his gaze left my body, and I secretly heaved in relief. “If it's really a witch, then it won't be easy to get a cure. As we all know, a witch's spell can only be neutralized by another witch, and it's not possible to get another witch for help against their fellow witch.” Axel d

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.

The Witch explained. “I still have questions?” She clicked her tongue, “Tsk, annoying.” She commented. “Since you helped me out this time though, I’ll comply.” The woman added, lowering her arms. His anger lessening to bitter annoyance, Allen’s temple throbbed. In a businesslike fashion, The Witch wasted no time. Uttering a series of cryptic mutterings, a complex array of interwoven symbols and shapes erupted in a bright flash of light. Twisting and interlocking like a web, it enveloped the werewolf. Quickly dispersing, it left not a single trace of the werewolf in the square.

He laughed under He breathed lightly and kissed her cheek and left to be alone waiting for the arrival of the guard who would be sent by her companion. He went back to the same place and signaled to one of the guards to go and pass silently. Zain stared at Urza, in front of whom was a witch treating his wounds. They don't have the ability to heal themselves. Witches, werewolves are the ones who heal them, but witches can heal themselves only if they know a healing spell like this witch. "What did you do to her?" He asked clearly and when Stephen wanted to intervene, Zain raised his hand with a very stern expression, "What did you do with my girlfriend!"

He looks like he's aged a decade in an hour. "Is it definitely the Blight?" Hope demands. "All the symptoms match. Rapid deterioration, wolf form instability, cellular breakdown at the magical level." Amara pulls up test results. "But Hope, this doesn't make sense. The witch who cured him five years ago said the cure was permanent. The Blight shouldn't be able to return." "Unless the cure wasn't permanent. Or the witch lied. Or something reactivated the disease." Hope moves to Dante's bedside. "Can we contact the witch? Get her to cure him again?"

I fill him in on everything that has happened while he was here, making him wonder if we would still have a shot, now that I am taking the cure that suppresses my desires. I explain to Cade what the witch said, that the cure suppresses my desires for everyone, except my true love, which is Dark. Cade wants to test that and starts kissing me without my consent. He sneaks his hand under my dress and rubs my clit to try and make me wet. "-Stop it, it won't work! -Oh really? Cade says while penetrating me with his fingers. -Ah…I… -Look at this!" Cade shows me his wet fingers, then spreads my legs and fucks me deeply.

“Why isn’t it bleeding? It should be bleeding!” “Because the wizard was right,” Serna snarled, slamming the useless silver bowl against the wall so hard it dented. “They’re both gone. The curse took them both, we’re holding two fucking corpses that just haven’t realized it yet!” A young healer, barely twenty, stumbled forward, eyes wide. “We—we tried everything. Moonroot, winterbloom, even dragon’s blood. Nothing wakes him. Nothing.” Kaelin rounded on her, sword half out. “Then why the fuck are you all still standing around like it’s a funeral? DO SOMETHING!”

"And finally, I was able to get a hold of you once again." "What kind of sick twisted prank is this?" I screamed, bucking against the restraints. The metal suddenly bit into my skin, a searing white hot heat that made me hiss through my teeth. It felt like I was being branded, I turned to see a tiny liquid dropping from the iron onto my skin. I tried to pull, the liquid poured even more. "What's this?!" "Silver. Works like a charm for werewolves," he noted, watching my struggle with clinical interest.