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I just need to stall for a few more seconds. Luca realizes he is outmatched. He turns on his heel, attempting to sprint into the trees, but the bushes explode with movement. Our coven witches step out of the shadows, surrounding him in a tight, flawless circle. Kinslee, Cordelia, Anika, and Novalee. Novalee steps forward, her eyes flashing with power. The four witches raise their hands in perfect unison. The dark pink flowers on the ground suddenly come alive, shooting upward like thick vines. They wrap tightly around Luca's ankles, moving up his legs, his torso, and his arms, binding him to the spot.

Travis walked in almost immediately and saw her laying helplessly under the trees, supporting her with his hands, he picked her up and took her to the Witches chants room. "What happened to her?", one of the Witches asked "I don't know", Travis replied, fear radiating all over his face, "I saw her laying helplessly under the trees", he added "Drop her here", the witch said pointing to the wooden alter She was monstrous of appearance, mumbling to herself with that dreamy, ghastly smile, showing her saw toothed teeth. Her hair was lank and lustreless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapours. Bit

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

We need to hurry with the spell," Kane said. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. "Remember, after the spell, you have to have sex with her," The witch said. "I will never let him touch me," I replied "You won't have a choice. Begin the spell," Kane said. I tried to get up, but the witch said a few words, making it so I couldn't move. "Claire, you have to fight," Cara said "I am trying," I replied "Try harder." I felt a knife cut into my palm and then saw Kane cut into his palm as well

They are trying to manipulate her, but I will make sure they will never succeed in their plans. I heave out a deep breath first and start moving. I need to cut the string that the evil witches put on Caroline's body. Kayden and Raven were behind my back. I told them not to touch Caroline, however, I was stunned when Caroline already had a knife in her hand. She wasn't to herself now as she started walking in our direction. Caroline was already manipulated by the evil witches.

AXLE. Intense fear seized me the moment I understood what was going on. I watched as the witches raised their wands towards and began to cast the ancient spell. I knew what they were doing. They were bending her to their own will, and were turning her into nothing more than a puppet to do whatever they wanted. Caesar was right when he told her that he didn't need her intention to do what he wanted and I had only doubted him until I saw what his real intentions were.

Fuck. This is not how I want to die. I hear Kane’s voice through the madness and turn to see him, slightly bloodied. “Hold,” he says. “Hold your line. No one retreats.” A shout from behind us draws my attention. I turn to see King Cyrus on horseback with his bannermen behind him. Sardonia has come in our time of need. They rush forward and break through Scarlett Thunder’s forces trapping us on three sides. The witches are recharged, so they begin to throw spells at our enemies again. Some burst into flames and body parts implode inside their armor. It’s brutal but effective. A soldier knocks a male witch to the ground and bites at his neck, tearing off his head in the process.

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

Cami said, interrupting me from replying to Martha. Before we could do anything else, the three witches arrived and immediately moved towards Martha. They had golden cuffs, the type used to contain a witch. Martha hesitated in having them placed on her arms but conceded, recognizing nobody trusted her. “It has to be this way,” the witch closest to her stated.

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.