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I started with the wild scattering of books on my desk, closing some, pushing some to the side until I found it. The parchment. I held it like a trophy, reading the statement again. “I strongly believe that the key to overcoming the witches involved in sorcery is by finding the Crimson Circle. Not much has been said of this organizations, but they definitely exist. A group of men and women who have sworn to do evil.” I groaned. “Oh, Henry, you don’t expect us to figure this out, do you?” I folded the parchment. That nothing much hasn’t been said about the Crimson Circle doesn’t mean nothing hasn’t been said at all.

The Sacrificial Offering Manifestation was the most dreaded manifestation among arcane seekers. Even an Arcane High Priest wouldn't dare take it lightly. Once someone entered the manifestation, it would shift according to the conjurer's will, and escape was only possible by breaking it from within. Such an ancient manifestation was beyond anyone's knowledge, except for those few from the Dracotigris Order, Suncrest Sect, and Greenshade Guild who were just as old and close to death as Tobias was.

“Okay, then I’ll take your word for it. They harmed no witches.” “Of course, they didn’t harm any witches. There’s no species of supernatural creature truly connected to witches. The church made up the whole witch thing and then tried to fit every person into that category that didn’t fit their narrowminded views or got in their way. Others just ran with it for their benefit. The closest creatures that exist are Druids, Mages, and, of course, Shifters. That whole changing into bats and cats is probably from someone witnessing a shifter changing form. Druids are natural healers and close to nature. Mages, they’re educated, they work their magic through study, and a connection to the stars.”

she finally said something that would create a breakthrough for us. “A witch has to be there to perform the ritual, especially one as powerful as giving werewolves those kinds of powers. So if you’re looking for anyone, look for packs that have witches living among the members,” she said. I turned to Darius as if silently asking him to think of all the packs with witches living among the pack members, and his eyes lit up. “There are only two packs I know that have witches living among them. Silversnow pack and Moonblood pack,” he said.

, Sarah voiced out in awe, she felt like a feather and so did Fredrick, “This, my dear is the sanctuary of the witch head. No one other than my guests are allowed to come here; you will feel light weighted since you are not a witch”, she explained to them, “In this sanctuary, almost all problems can be solved, you just need to remain extra silent while I meditate”. She formed a circle on the floor with salt and sat in the middle with her feet tucked under her thighs, “What is the salt for?”, Sarah asked again, why were witches so weird?

Granny sniffed and Devina held her tightly. "Don't cry Granny, it's in the past already." Devina whispered and smiled. "You're right Devina, I hope you understand that waging a way against the witches you must have a Coven, Lone Witches are weak no matter the power they posses." Granny said. "Yes.. We have one, The Factions Of Supernatural." Devina said and there was a surprise look on her face. "What's that?" Granny asked. "An Association Of Witches, Werewolf, Vampires And Humans." Devina said.

retreating his hand and rubbing the back of his neck with an aloof smile on his face. “Hello” Said Karina then she quickly continued to walk passed him out the door. “Wow everyone is sooo nice” Trevor said sarcastically as he walked toward us. “First they greet us with wolfsbane, then chain us up, what’s next? One of us get’s sacrificed?” Trevor said jokingly toward Jeff, but Jeff was unmoving now staring out the window of the log cabin. Outside, you could clearly see the kids from the coven playing hide and seek as if nothing happened. You look to the right and there were teenagers practicing their powers on a small training course but to the left of that you could see a congregation of th

“Lake Tahoe is human territory. We protect it, or we become the threat everyone fears.” Silence followed. Not resistance but serious consideration. Seraphine tilted her head slowly. “There were… ways,” she said at last. “Long ago.” My heart skipped. “What ways?” I asked. Her gaze flicked between me and Inferno, knowingly now. “Healers once worked with witches and warlocks. Bloodcraft. Preservation amplification. It wasn’t common. It wasn’t easy.”

Wilt said, “let’s head to Westinghouse Street. The others might be there soon.” “What others?” I asked, wondering if something must’ve happened after I left them. Eventually, we were at the forum. Everywhere I looked, tents, booths, and stalls sprawled like we were in a grand festival, bustling with activities. People were shouting on the streets. “Warg Guild is looking for a healing brave! No need to fight on the front line!” “Stormbringer Guild is open to all newcomers! Join New Beginning’s finest!” “Crafting braves wanted in the Gondola Guild! Come and check our benefits!”

38 - Ben “What are you talking about?” I know it’s a witch that is hiding these rogues running around with drugs and attacking us at every turn, but he throws it out there like its something we talk about everyday. “It appears that some of the local covens are having a dispute.” I sit forward in my chair. “Dispute?! What the hell kind of dispute could they be having that involves drugging and killing wolves?”