Romans & histoires Witches Cane

Mar repeated the drawing over the first one with silvery sand and suddenly cried out: - Furfur! - Go away, Mar, then I myself. Melissa tossed her bag aside, her eyes fixed on a male figure with branching deer antlers and bat wings. Her hands rested on the pentagram, causing the gunpowder to flare up and turn the silvery dust into a viscous mass that completes the magic circle. “Help me, spirits of the dead witches of Cleves, are you here?” She tossed her head and rose into the air, spinning a fiery whirlwind under her. “Where else would you be if not in the Underworld.

Detlef taunted, and then he let her body fall to the floor. Her body began to disingreate into the ground, until the only thing left, was her clothing, staff and skeleton. "That wasn't such a nice end." I chuckled. Just then, painful cry was heard in a distance. "Listen to me Kaden, these rogue witches are powerless. They're only good at fighting with swords, swords laced with wolfsbane, so be careful not to get scratched." Detlef warned. "Aren't they witches?" I pressed on, confused.

Pain bursts across my ribs. I gasp, pushing myself up… …and feel the my power surging, eager, wild, begging to be unleashed. “No,” I hiss at myself. “Not now. Not here.” But the witches are already advancing, their shadows stretching unnaturally long across the pavement. “Control yourself!” The eldest shouts. And then… “NO! EXPEL IT!” With a whip-like motion, she flicks her fingers and vines of glowing white magic wrap around my wrists and ankles, tightening until my skin burns.

She was the most important person in my life. I took sight of the witch who was still behind Kane. There was a difference in her now. Red rimmed eyes, pale skin, breath shortage... She was getting tired. That was the thing about witches. Their weakness was overexertion. She'd done so much in helping to fight us, she even managed to make someone look like Davina. And now she was almost drained.

Lucien began to swing us, “well for one I am now alpha. My inner wolf knows this and will produce at least one heir. Two, you have witch blood in you making it 10x more likely that all of our children will all be wolves. I blinked, “did you say I have witch blood in me? Are you crazy?” Lucien chuckled, “sometimes I think so. Your aunt had a gift with herbs and she was able to communicate with us in our wolf forms. She sensed you had powers but doubted you were ever told about them. Her sister your grandmother thought the gift was evil.” I swallowed, “I have no powers, I have no talents at all.” Lucien shook his head, “it’s not about powers, it’s more about talents. She couldn’t turn people i

he walks towards his cupboard and brings out something it looks like a cape " and what am I supposed to do with a red cape?" "once you get the princess wear her this capeOnce you do it no one will be able to recognise her " cool...tell me how did you get your hands on something like this?" " I have my ways" he smirks "Stop it" i sigh "ok wish me luck" So I decided to go where the maids usually get their equipment first One thing about maids in Dracula's castle, they are all witches and I mean literally witches I'm a Dude how am I supposed to pull off being a witch?

She was wearing a pair of thick, red leather boots that were lined with steel spikes along both soles and were designed to inflict pain even upon someone as powerful as she was. She walked around her house like someone doing incantations and spells, chanting under her breath and throwing little balls of light in front of her, each one of them containing different amounts of magic. Some seemed weak enough to be blown about by a gentle breeze, others seemed dangerous enough to make people think twice before confronting her. Cassandra loved these balls of energy. They helped keep things interesting. Especially at this time of year where most other witches used candles or small lamps to help th

It wouldn’t do to scare the girl any more than I was almost certain she was. “No Jules, I’ll handle it,” I growled firmly, looking her dead in the eyes until she budged, nodding once and looking like she had something on her mind before she stepped away silently, closing the redwood double doors softly behind her. It was good to establish dominance with your familiars once in a while, especially tricky beings like witches. One sign of weakness and they latched on like newborn wolves to a mother’s tit. Nasty business. Not Ma Jules though, she had that pain in her hip she’d said. Now that I think about it, I’d never seen her use her cane after that first week I’d employed her.

Because everything comes back to Mayari being the moon goddess. “Before that, let's do something about this place of mine, shall we?” Aunt Kyndra said. She held up the white stick which apparently seemed to be her wand. “Tidy!” The scattered books moved spontaneously and one by one returned to the bookshelf. All the mess flew into the nearest trash bin. Brooms, Tags, mops, all worked together until the whole place was squeaky clean. I shook my head as I watched everything. Casters really had it good. With a swish of a wand and a spell, they can do anything.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I