Wolfoo Witch の小説・ストーリー

she says. She drops her cutlery and cleans her mouth while standing up. Sarah can feel her excitement bloom so she also stands up. "Let's go pick your Petals of Power," Katie says as she waits for Sarah who is finishing up in a much slower pace. Her words make Sarah look up, "my what of what?" "Petals of power" she repeats. Sarah looks confused so she goes on to explain. "The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you."

Witch of the North and Phillipes other mate. Emerging from the darkness of my vision she stood behind a wooden altar. I could just make out its construction. Bones. Hundreds of bones and skulls arranged together to create a huge plinth for herself. Draped in a deep purple velvet gown her purple eyes glowed with a terrifying mania. Her white hair was cut into short, dagger-like points framing her cheekbones. I remember Nikolai’s report on his fight with her. As a witch she shouldn’t have a wolf. She’s essentially an overpowered human. Yet she told Nikolai she had Luna Hollie’s wolf. A golden eyed, Alpha-powered beast.

"Create an illusion. Make the Alpha King’s true mate feel bonded to someone else." Von remembered the chill that sank into her bones that night. The way every instinct she had screamed wrong, wrong, wrong. The witch — ancient and hunched, her eyes glowing like dying embers — chuckled low in her throat. "An illusion of the mate bond?" she rasped. "Rare magic... and costly." Olivia didn’t flinch. "Name your price." The witch's mouth stretched into something inhuman — more hunger than smile. "I want your wolf spirit," she said, her voice slithering through the dark. "Your soul’s other half. In exchange, I will weave the illusion. However, royal blood may resist my magic. The Alpha King might st

Maera “Congrats Maera, you're carrying the Alpha's pub,” the pack's witch told me. Asta was the witch of our pack. Ulfsang(Wolf Song) was a small pack of shifters that lived on the northern side of the realm. She was called a witch because people believed she could cast spells and turn people into squirrels.

'Wamlisia,' Kamryn sounded grim and I tensed in my posture. Wamlisia was an elemental witch, one of the two strongest witches to be ever born. She could control almost all known elements and she was also the one who wrote the book of prophecies. The book that now I retained and the world has been looking for it. How my mother came to possess it was something beyond me.

"But my wolves. Be ready...we would want to get into an unexpected fight as the other party is eager to do this." "They want us to rip them apart and we will do this!" there came a voice of a little girl who was as angry as rhe rest of them. A little growl released from her mouth making her look cute but in a dangerous way. With the wave of Vlora's hand, the wolves ran away. And the witches appeared. "Seal this house with your spells, sisters. And make sure not a single crow can lay his feather on his villa," Vlora took a puff of her cigarette.

The commander acknowledges the warning, acknowledging the danger that lurks in the presence of this witch. The commander then shares a chilling revelation. He informs Lucien about the witch, who is a powerful and age-old witch, about a thousand years old who has been wreaking havoc by abducting children from within the pack. The witch, despite her outward beauty, possesses supernatural abilities that allow her to subdue and neutralize the inherent powers of werewolves. It is a disheartening realization that their supernatural strengths are rendered useless against this formidable adversary. The commander goes on to explain that only a normal man armed with assault rifles stands a chance agai

Water, fire, earth, air, and shadows are the main categories for witches. Within each category, there are subsets that follow the rules of that main branch element. Sometimes, witches are born with more than one element they can control, or they can use all subsets within one element. Even so, all witches auras are usually purple in color, and we smell of lavender, most times. Depending on the person, the aura color can be darker or lighter. The darker the aura, the stronger the person and vice versa. There are other species like Vampires whose auras are usually black or fairies whose auras are usually yellowish orange. Not everyone can see or distinguish anothers aura. I've been blessed wi

the pack’s alpha replied. Our witches were ready to bend the forces of nature and elements so that they could bring all the wolves to their knees and submit to us. Some of my witches summoned the trees and their roots under their control, and others bent the wind that paralyzed the wolves. The roots plucked the wolves to the ground and strangled their throats, the closer we got to the alpha and his family, the faster our roots and the suffocating creeps of the wind swept away their wolves. Their sorcerers did cast their spells, but their power had diminished and they could only slow down their roots. I felt their power diminishing and I was so proud of the strength and wisdom of my witches.

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.