Novel & Cerita Witches Playlist

he said urgently, prompting me to quickly throw on my clothes. I opened the door wider, and to my astonishment, there stood a group of Alphas, bowing on their knees. Their deference struck me as strange and unexpected. As I scanned the room, my gaze landed on two witches cloaked in black robes, their presence unsettling me further. Why had they brought a witch along with them? “Alpha King Xavier,” one of the witches began, her voice steady but laced with urgency, “we are sorry for all that we did. Please, we need your help.” Her words caught my attention, pulling me into the gravity of the situation.

“Wolves asleep amidst the trees, bats all are swaying in the breeze, but one soul lies anxious wide awake. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, white and sleep has flown. Be warry and up to your guard for the fear that surrounds and along. For the witch whose heart is an utter cold, will curse you, truth be told. She comes she'll go leave naught behind, but curses and bolds. Deep, dark forest, birds are silent for the night. Cows turned in as daylight dies, but one soul lies in a hunting state or disarray. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, oh please shut your eyes. Lie still, lie silent, ut

All the witches present take of their hoods at this point, for the biennial meeting of the Witch Council, has begun. “Niam khawv koob, foom koob hmoov rau nws cov menyuam nrog lub zog, twsj hwm thiab hais kom ua. Raws li nws tau pib, yog tam sim no thiab puas yuav yog[1],” all chant before opening their eyes.

Beth thrashed, clawing at the iron grip around her scalp, but it was useless. My stomach lurched as the witch’s jaw unhinged unnaturally wide, her rotten teeth bared, aiming for Beth’s neck. "Wait, wait! Please wait!" I cried, desperation clawing at my throat. "Don’t do this—take me instead! Please, take me!" Tears blurred my vision as I stared into the witch’s dead, soulless eyes. My hands trembled at my sides. I would do anything, anything, to keep Beth alive. The witch tilted her head, watching me like a cat toying with its prey. A slow, sinister smile curled across her lips. She swayed slightly, back and forth, as if savoring the moment. A sick game.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

I asked and they gasped in shock,I gave them the confirmation they needed, Aren just smiled, my warriors were also in the meeting they smiled as well. "Wow, we shouldn't be interrogating you Alpha, congratulations." They chorused and I nodded. "Yeah, is there anything else I need to know?" I asked. "Yes, the alpha of the crescent pack, Alpha Rick, wants an audience with you." One said and I stilled, I gripped the table so hard that I heard it crack. They all turned, staring at me, my wolf was raging, hearing that name made me so upset. "And why does he want an audience with me?" I asked.

Something was happening. Kendrick shot out of his chair and shifted midway to his massive silver wolf, landing on his powerful paws. The door blew off its hinges as the wolf slammed into it with a loud roar. He growled threateningly at the sight he saw. Thousands of black witches. Flying like bats all over the sky on their brooms. Their evil cackling could be heard as they swooped down and flew back up with birdlike cries. While from beneath the ground, giant ugly trolls crawled out. Their bodies were covered with earth and grime, their yellow eyes bulging out of the sockets. They held giant clubs and roared at the wolves.

The witches, their voices harmonizing in an ancient language, created a melodic cacophony that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the night. Their words were a tapestry of power and mysticism, weaving through the air like ethereal threads. "Mystica et verita, vocem nobis cedo! Mystica et verita, arcanum revelo!" they chanted, their voices rising and falling in a haunting melody. Each syllable seemed to vibrate with an energy that sent shivers down my spine.

But the thoughts of Bella continued to swirl. His mind went back to Tess, it had been three years since she had passed away. He remembered how he had sworn that even in death, his heart would belong to her. She was supposed to be his one true mate, his soulmate. But now, his heart was being swayed by a 23-year-old witch - a limelight, no less. It was forbidden for an alpha to love a limelight. It had never happened before, and he knew he had to suppress whatever feelings he had for Bella. But it was getting harder and harder to do so.