Witchcraft Staff の小説・ストーリー

Blake looked between Michael and Susan and knew what energy he was referring to. The Staff of Moses was in the possession of Susan, and Michael was there to witness the binding of this Devine Staff on Susan. “The Staff of Moses will be needed to perform the formation, and only the person who wields it can create the formation,” Michael explained. “But I don’t know how to write formations,” Susan said, panicking. ‘Silver Light. Is there any way you can help Susan with her formation learning?’ Blake casually asked his sword spirit, who was a master in formations.

The Watcher's voice echoed through the cavern, intertwining with the ethereal energy that permeated the space. "The staff is a key to unlocking dormant abilities within you, a remnant of a time when you were more than just a werewolf. It is bound to your essence, and only you can reclaim it," the Watcher explained. As we delved deeper into the story, my memories seemed to flicker, distant echoes of a time when my existence was entwined with mystical forces. The Watcher's words resonated with a truth that transcended the boundaries of the tangible world. With a solemn nod, I acknowledged the task at hand. "I will retrieve the staff, but I need to know more about its connection to me and how i

she said seriously. I nodded. “Yes, it is. But only you could touch the staff, Sabrina.” I said as I imagine the staff that only the royal witch could have. “Huh? Why?” she asked, her forehead creased in confusion. “Because it’s yours.” I uttered. “Ha? I don’t understand.” she said, now looked more confused than she was. “You’ll know it’s yours when you touch the staff, Sabrina. And you must tame the guardian of the staff—the black dragon.” I said and opened my palm, then showed her the image of the staff.

He ordered. "Your wish is my command." "Then let us begin. Look at your feet." She obeyed. An ash-colored staff with a wolf's head lay on the ground, its carved eyes lifeless and dark. "That is the Ashen Wolf Staff. Pick it up and raise it to the sky. Tonight we open the portal to White Hollow, and begin our reign of terror."

Some averted their eyes, uneasy yet quiet. A swell of embarrassment swept over me. I felt a constriction in my chest. I reached out and took my stardust staff from Kael, gripping it firmly. My hand trembled slightly. Lok’s gaze followed the movement, and he scoffed. “Look at that thing,” he said mockingly, pointing at the staff as if it disgusted him. “It proves my point. Weakness wrapped in glitter!” My magic stirred within me, restless, like a storm behind a locked door. I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn’t reveal my witch powers, not here, not in front of them. The tribe wasn’t ready for that truth.

But they have never been so needed as they are now. Godric was in his room, had helped distribute the food, since the flood of believers and those seeking protection had not left the monastery since then. It wasn't too bad for the blue-haired man to help out. He liked doing it and at the same time encouraged every single person he gave food to. But Godric wondered what the future would be. In hours like these, when he could relax in his room, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind. If he hadn't broken the seal, none of this would have happened. Great guilt lay on the Father's heart. When his gaze slid to the bowl where the food for Lucifer was, Godric made up his mind. Determined, he went to

They bowed and left, the ground already humming with the stir of ancient magic. Tarin’s eyes sparkled. “We have twenty witches and wizards on staff now. All rogue aligned. A few humans too, brave little souls.” I smiled, watching the flashes of light through the trees. “They’re going to lose their minds when they see this,” I whispered. “They’re going to believe,” Lunaryn said softly. “In me?” “No, Dee. In us.” Tarin slipped her arm through mine. “Now, Alpha. Shall we continue the tour?” I wiped my eyes and nodded. “Lead the way.”

One of the walked towards me with a crooked staff and said in a hoarse voice, "Lucian Hormes, Alpha to the Crimson Moons pack. What brings you to the coven of the witches?" I watched the witches as they began chattering among themselves. The smell coming from this place was so bad that I nearly choked. The way they chartered sent shivers to my bones and I felt their screeches down my neck. The whole scene was terrifying but I tried to maintain my cool and remain calm.

Social status didn't really matter to Lucas, so he didn't look awkward sitting next to Rafaela. Rafaela nodded. "Yes, that's right, prince. That is me. Sorry in advance if I acted rashly. I have no other choice because of seeing you cornered. Let me introduce myself, I am Rafaela Swan. I am a tier two witch and a master at the Andromeda school, a water element witch."

Said the mysterious man. “You’re working for Kariya, why?” asked Sekora. “I believe in his plan, plus I want to destroy you.” Said the mysterious man. “We must battle.” Said Sekora Then they flew to where Sekora’s broken sword still lay. Before the battle began something magical happened, out of the broken sword pieces came a blue staff with wings with another note saying: Dear Sekora the sword I gave you was a decoy to hide this staff it’s called the Staff of the Gate. Then the note ended with Sekora looking puzzled she put it in her pocket.