Novel & Cerita Witchcraft Owl

“I did see these scary monsters. There were dozens of them near a circle of crucifixes holding dead bodies. They had big, bulky bodies, pale skin, and glowing eyes with sharp snake-like teeth.” Lucifer nods. “They're called Aswangs. They're shape-shifting spirits that were once witches. Aswangs are created when a witch is killed horribly and can't move on to the afterlife until their wrong is righted. If Sahara killed the witches, she must have cursed them to serve her because Aswangs don't congregate together in that fashion. The only way to control so many Aswangs is to possess something that is dear to them. Witches are very suspicious of others, even their own. I wonder how the witch was

TO WALK ON TWO FEET AGAIN AS HUMAN AND SWITCH BACK TO WOLF AS SHE PLEASES” I threw the ingredients on Luna Iris and she immediately fell to the ground writhing in pain and howling. A strange wind began to blow around us and raised me off the ground. That’s when a surge of darkness rushed out of her and filled my body. The pain I felt from it was unimaginable, I couldn’t even let out a sound. It felt like fire filled my veins and eventually nothing but darkness took over. It was a peaceful darkness, not like the other times where it was filled with nightmares and things that had happened in my life. I was walking through a field filled with daffodil. After all I had been through I was finall

Everything felt useless. But then she found the old crate. The one she'd hoped never to open again. She knew what was inside before she pried back the rotting lid. The air went cold as she peeled the wrapping aside. The dagger. Forged from black river-iron, etched with sigils that no longer existed in any modern tongue. It had once belonged to the first River Witch, the one who drowned willingly to seal away the Leviathan-Voiced. Maya had buried this blade when she left the river behind.

Halway and saw the same Wizard striking and lashing at the Brillas "How did you do it?" Ivory asked, amazed with the whole situation. "I needed to brace the situation before it gets out of hand and so, I used the Gemini spell; the ancient astrological spell used in making twins off a particular person" Ivory understood what he meant but was still amazed with the whole thing. "...guys can we stop with the talking first and focus on the wyvern? They are here" Mr. Halway smiled and headed to the top of the balcony. He needed to find a way to diffuse this attack without killing the wyvern, he needed them.

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

The man continued talking and Trainee 031 wasn't sure if she should scold herself for not being interested in what they were telling her. "another classification we call are swans. Swans do not have aurum abilities as they live normal lives, also known as natural people. It's a bit hard to tell an 'aurum' from a 'swan' as their physical features are absolutely indistinguishable but do know that swans cannot see 2nd generation hollows which," he pauses, "You were a few weeks ago." Trainee 031 twists her head at the statement, confusion spreading out as she tries to puzzle together the things they were telling her.

Unknowingly my hand rubbed the head of the statue that had been destroyed in half. An unexpected event happened. Suddenly the owl's eyes emitted light blue color. A small vortex of wind was created around the altar and then enveloped the statue in a short time. Slowly but surely, the stone statue reconstructed itself, starting from the wings, body, and head. In the next blink of an eye, the owl statue in front of me returned intact. Something was slightly different. Initially, this statue folded its wings. Now, he opened all his broad and dashing wings.

She pivoted, sending her owl forward with talons extended as the witch reappeared at the exact spot she’d anticipated. The owl’s cry pierced the air as it struck, its beak elongating and driving deep into the mayor’s throat. It resembled a feral predator, more a vulture than an owl, in the savage way it pressed the attack. A guttural sound escaped the vampire witch, but even as blood trickled down her chest, she refused to surrender. The mayor’s fingers twitched. The fountain water quivered, and the surrounding hedge walls rustled, ready to obey her command again.

the man asked as he snapped out of his anger and finally got control over his body. “That owl was no mere bird, but a spirit constellation beast. A loyal servant of Astra, the goddess of the stars. Though the weakest of her pets, it replenished a great deal of my magic and strength. I can erase Alinta’s memories before she head-butted me. I can give her an explicit dream of how our mating ritual happened while you take what is rightfully yours.”

I hooted angrily. The owl screeched, diving at me with its talons extended. I flapped my wings wildly, trying to take a run. Instead of flying, I tumbled off the branch, falling face first into a bush. "System" I yelped, muffled by the leaves. "Do something." New skill unlocked; emergency hoot— stuns nearby owl for three seconds. "Emergency what now?" My rival landed on the bush, glaring down at me like I had stolen her man. My feathers prickled? Wait, what if the original owl soul really did steal someone's man? Great, now I'm paying for bird drama that isn't even mine.