Novel & Cerita Witchcraft Numbers

It also feels like the gentleness and kindness of the sprites has worn off on the coven, keeping them grounded and focused on positive magic. “How many turquoise lights are in the castle and forest now?” Rich asks, smirking at my brother’s long-term infatuation with Daphne. “At last count, I found 104,” Xander says pulling out a chair for me to sit. “Not only that,” I say, rubbing the cramp in my stomach. “But apparently, witches and warlocks are very attractive to the sprites. There’s always a lot of chatter about how big and warm they are, especially if they are doing their magic and creating any sort of light.”

Looking around the table, there are twelve other witches in the room besides Celeste, totaling thirteen, a sacred number for witches. “Please sit,” Celeste says, waving her hand towards the chairs. I had already warned our group about Celeste’s little trick, so when she unexpectedly pulls our chairs in the second we are in front of them, we sit down primly, while Bella and Citra slightly levitate to prepare for it.

“What concerned me was that Javi indicated that there were a lot of rogues. He followed them further and there was a large camp of rogues. Probably 200 at least.” Callan growled as he listened to Sarah. “Are you sure this information is accurate?” He asked through a clenched jaw. “As far as I know, yes, it is accurate. If you don’t believe me, your mate can use her abilities on me, but I promise you, the answer will still be the same.” Sarah looked over at Callan before turning to me. “I know that there are witches who want to use you, and specifically your blood, in nefarious ways. I promise, I have no affiliation with any of them. I have not been part of coven since I was 16, when a coven

Luther commented, smiling despite the wounds on his side, which were slowly healing. "It feels nice to be like the family that I grow up. Where are Lauren, Emmett, and Hunter?" She asked, scanning her eyes to our people gathering behind us. The total numbers of vampires here in the castle are one thousand six hundred thirty-three, and we are outnumbered by the four covens combined. Each coven has more than five hundred members adding the witches. They are more or less two thousand five hundred. It's already hard to fight with four covens adding the witches; there's no way we will win this, but seeing my mate calm without any fears in her eyes, she is positive that we can win this war.

Reyna’s forty from the eastern flank, Aldric’s sixty from the west — not at the witches directly, not yet, but at the angles between them, disrupting the circle’s geometry, forcing the coven to choose between maintaining stream coherence and defending against physical engagement. Witches required concentration. We were there to end concentration. The first warrior reached the perimeter in twelve seconds. A witch on the eastern side broke her stream to raise a defensive shield — and Marcus, who had been waiting for exactly that, signaled the next wave through the gap. The dark magic above the mansion flickered. Eleven streams. Then nine. “She needs two more,” Marcus’s voice through the bond.

I furrowed my brow taking her phone as I tried to read the faded archaic Latin written on the parchment below the image of the moon. “It is always more than just a name. This page talks about an ancient ritual that can only be performed on the Hunger Moon. It requires six sacrifices. Six virgin werewolves.” Sarael started to outline. “But there have been seventy-two abductions between twelve packs. That’s a lot more than needed. And who’s to say they are virgins, and why not select adult werewolves they know to be virgins?” I asked. “Six virgins is the minimum requirement. But the more you sacrifice, the more power you can obtain. And don’t think so literally.” Sarael shook her head.

“You think I’ll just—” I raised my hand, murmuring the ancient words under my breath. Power laced my voice, wrapping around him like invisible chains. His eyes widened in alarm, but the spell was already sealed. “You will answer me truthfully,” I said, my voice cold. “Every word, every detail—no lies, no evasion.” “How many have already been sacrificed?” “Three hundred-Ninety-seven,” he said instantly, his jaw twitching as if he wanted to hold the words back. “They need four hundred seventy-seven.”

I ask all of them to rest around the trees and hunt if they are hungry. “David, I need a count of them, if they have any weapon and also check the areas around.” I instruct David while he nods. With my silent permission he zooms out of my sight while I watch some female warriors talking to each other about some attacking skills and men warriors listening to them intently. I let them be and decide to wait for David’s mind link. “Alpha, 350 wolves and a witch couple. The warlock seems to be the active one for performing everything. I’m now going to check the perimeters.” David mind links me around 10 minutes later.

After several hours of research, I came across the words ‘witchcraft.’ There wasn’t a lot available online but after looking through all available websites, I found it quite easy to learn how to counter any of the witch’s spells in addition to knowing where to find books, journals, and other things related to them. However, that only meant that I could only know so much in order to avoid becoming caught up in all those horrible events. Still, that was better than being completely ignorant, which is probably why these articles weren’t too informative at first. One paragraph in particular hit home though and made me realize exactly what I am dealing with. In it, there is a section titled, ‘Th