Lia has not felt well for the past four days. It first started with a negligible ache in her joints, something she attributed to a lack of proper exercise and rest. “With good food, a well-deserved break from mining, a proper massage session, a long overdue visit to the gym, and a good night’s rest to top it all, I’ll be as good as new in no time.”
The above list sounds good. Awesome even. She didn’t account for one thing, however- the fact that reality doesn’t always happen as planned. Actually, it NEVER happens as planned.
Four days down the drain, and she isn’t getting any better. She’s tempted to go for a check-up at the hospital but immediately shrugs off that thought. What would mere humans know about a witch’s body? No human can decode the physiology of a being of the supernatural world. Hence, all the tests would give messed-up values that would only create a barrage of questions. Her ‘lovely’ au
Deidre Lawson, the renowned Silver Witch of the North cum Ice Princess, was a witchling once upon a time. A witchling with a complete family and an innocent heart. They did not have much, but they were happy- the three of them. And there is nothing as tragic as a sheltered witchling watching her beloved parents be torn to shreds by demons, unable to lift a finger to help.Experiencing that much gore at an age where most witchlings would be lazing about, doing nothing but playing and being mischievous has its fair share of advantages and demerits, as evident in the paranoia that never left her since that day.That paranoia is the reason her coven has more Enforcer Witches than the other covens put together. It is why her coven remains the most fortified, even more fortified than that of the High Witch. That excessive, mostly irrational feeling of distrust is the reason she is once more at the holding cell where the other ‘witness’ who lost her marbles is kep
Sandara Harrison is not dubbed the Jade Witch for anything. Despite her age, she has managed to instill fear into countless demons and even fellow witches know not to cross her. She is not the most powerful witch- she isn’t even anywhere close to being amongst the top five. But that does not make her any less respected than the top witches of the realm. With the highest magic potential in several millennia- one that even outclasses the High Witch’s monstrous affinity for magic- her sphere of influence is by no means small. For a witch who is barely three and a half centuries old, her mental resilience is frighteningly strong.Thus, it comes as a huge shock to Estelle Vane to see her looking like one whose soul has been literally sucked away, leaving behind an empty shell. She is sprawled on the floor, eyes bloodshot and swollen beyond recognition. Her hair is disheveled, no doubt the result of intense tousling- something the Jade Witch does whenever she is upset,
Thirty minutes later, the spell is successfully cast and Lia’ condition is stable, even though she still remains unconscious. Sandara heaves a sigh of relief and sinks to the floor, exhausted beyond measure. Her eyes, however, tell a different story, as they sparkle with unbridled joy and something that bears a close resemblance to fear. I almost lost her.Estelle is not much different. Even as she struggles to maintain a detached look, the sides of her lips tilt downwards in a surreptitious manner. The two sisters stare at each other for a long time, until Sandara giggles. Estelle tries to maintain a modicum of calm, but fails as they both burst into laughter.“If anyone heard you laugh like this, they’d run far away, refusing to believe that the oh so great and mighty High Witch is guffawing like a brute.” Sandara taunts her sister, as usual.“That’s why there’s no one to hear me.”“You seem
The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.With the passage of time, death and evolution, they have become mere myths and fairy tales. Most of the individuals present at the time of Precedence, when the Sins still traversed all realms, are either dead or too senile to be of any help. Apart from a few forgotten libraries and some songs in Ter Sami- an extinct generic language of supernatural beings- the Seven Sins remain mostly unknown.To give off the impression of immortality, the heir takes on their name upon ascending the throne. So if the heir of a Sin ascends the throne, his or her True Soul merges with the Sin’s true essence and becomes the Sin itself. Tha
It started with little acts of clinginess, performed in such an endearing manner that the greatest of critics would find no faults with it. Everyone gushed about the cuteness overload from the ‘best eye candies of all time.’ Who didn’t want a partner that was considerate enough to align their schedule to fit yours?Lascivus, the ever-elusive billionaire cum playboy- only through this identity could he afford to disappear and reappear at will- took his ‘sweetheart’ to places she’d otherwise only visit in her dreams. The details of such private rendezvous were always kept under wraps, with only a few pictures to suffice. Still, anyone with working eyes and a functional brain could put two and two together- people don’t just glow without due cause.People who thought that Melanie Spears couldn’t get any more beautiful than she was were shocked at her appearance barely three months into her relationship with Lascivus. Brittan
Melanie lost count of how many times they did it that night. Lust was literally unstoppable. He seemed to be making up for all the times they were not together, and as he explored every part of her body again, she could only be grateful that he was all hers, or so she thought. Perhaps, if she had not been so overwhelmed by feelings of relief, desperation, pleasure and ecstasy, she would have heard him murmur his deceased soulmate’s name over and over again.She woke up the next morning to an empty bed, but she did not feel so disheartened. The effects of the previous night had not cleared off, and she laid in bed, content. If she died at that time, it would be with a smile on her face. After so long, she felt like a woman again. She felt whole.Even when Lascivus returned to see her still sprawled on the bed, with bodily fluids sticking to her skin like glue, she made no move to greet him.He ignored her at first, disgusted by her shameless act. She did no
The quest to find his father, Lascivus Läwst, is not an easy one, but Brandon refuses to be deterred. Without completing this mission, he might as well not bother with his demonic heritage. How else will he survive?He has extracted the memories of every living person who was connected to his father in any way, yet he is nowhere close to finding out who his father is. There are several gaps that are yet to be filled, but he at least knows that there is a fat chance of his father being human. From his otherworldly physical features to his quirks and strange tendencies, a lot of things point back to the truth- his father is a demon, and a high-ranking one at that.His sojourn in all seven continents, from the ‘island continent’ of Australia to the icy regions of Antarctica, was instrumental in obtaining clues, but he still requires one final push. The search for his father required lots of time and resources, and what more does a demon who happens to be
Llearht’s voice halts him in his tracks. “I could answer all of your questions right now, but I have to be sure that the deal is still on.”“What deal?”“You’re not stupid, tuakana. Don’t tell me your brain is miniature too.”“Call me small one more time and I’ll gut you like a goddamn seabass.”“Wow. Are you sure you know your way around my body? You wouldn’t happen to be a surgeon, would you? Wait. What am I even saying? Even if you are a surgeon, you’ve only ever had to deal with human anatomy. How would you know whether my heart is in my chest or under the sole of my feet?”“Do you mean your heart is under the sole of your feet? Like the story of Achilles? How is that even possible? Were you born like that? Which of your feet holds your heart?” Brandon’s curiosity is piqued by what he thinks is an anomaly. As a child, he had always
The slaughter formation is triggered, and it reaps the lives of the opposition without delay.As the formation drains the blood from the witches, screams of varying pitches and intensities rend the air. The High Witch makes sure to seal the entire room within a bubble that prevents sound from escaping to the surroundings. Even though the office of the High Witch is in a secluded place, it is better to take no chances with something like this.The screams are a queer melody to Estelle’s ears, as she revels in their suffering. Finally, she can be at ease, knowing that there is one less hidden knife capable of stabbing her in the back. The opposition has overstayed their welcome; they have become a parasite that needs to be flushed out as quickly as possible.The redhead witch dies with her eyes opened, full of hate and loathing. Such venomous eyes would scare most people, but it only adds to the beauty of the pictures formed in her mind, the mental images sh
One became the High Witch, and the other is widely known as the Jade Witch. Two sisters with the ancient bloodline running in their veins.”At this revelation, everyone is shocked, and the sight of their eyes bulging like they are about to be ejected from their sockets gives the High Witch a twisted sense of joy. Now you know how it feels to be ‘shocked senseless’. You haven’t heard anything yet. By the time I am done with you, you will have to pick up those eyeballs, along with your jaws, from the floor before I end you.“Now, tell me,” Estelle cocked her head to the side, like a doctor trying to explain something simple to a mentally challenged individual, “why I would fear the likes of you. If not for her intervention, would you still be alive to spout nonsense?”Estelle does not need to categorically mention the ‘her’ in this context. Everyone knows that the only witch who wields power over
Once upon a time, there lived a powerful witch, with magic as powerful as time itself and a beauty that was beyond this world. Unable to completely break free of the psychological shackles that had bound her as a witchling, she chose to dwell in a cave, isolated from the rest of her kind. Perhaps, it was a good decision, for everyone else feared her as much as she feared herself, or even more. As they say, out of sight is out of mind. And thus, she was gradually forgotten.She had a rather queer relationship with her sister, for they were not friends, but they could not be said to be enemies either. They were as different as lard and cheese, yet they could trust each other a pinch.The horns of war beckoned once more, and her sister, alongside many other powerful witches and wizards, joined in the battle for supremacy against the spawns of Hell. This time, however, she was left with the last child of her sister, a witchling that had barely lived up to half a century.
“Stop beating about the bush and tell us what you have discovered, Heidi.” One of the older witches berates her, and she apologises with a pout. Her sullen expression makes he look all the more adorable.Heidi. A beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman.Estelle Vane is not so self-absorbed to think that she is the only beautiful witch in the world. And she does not mince words when it comes to admiring something that is deservedly worthy of the label ‘beautiful’.This does not affect her stance though. Heidi and the rest of her acquaintances will be reduced to corpses today, and the High Witch will make sure of that. nothing can threaten the safety of her daughter. Not at this time.She can only blame herself for being with the wrong people.“Awakening is a matter of joy and a cause for celebration, because at last, the children are becoming adults. More importantly, the Awakening of the so-call
Were Sandara here, she would notice the tell-tale signs of nervousness- a ticked jaw, slightly narrowed eyes and the twitching of the left little finger- on the High Witch’s face. But, she isn’t, and the ones who are here are none the wiser.“I do not recall making a formal announcement of an Awakening, so I would like to know the basis of this declaration.”“So you admit it, then.”“Admit what?”“Admit that you neglected to announce your daughter’s Awakening.”“I admit to nothing. I have no knowledge of the matters you speak of.”Estelle chooses to play dumb, and everyone in this room knows it. Since she refuses to admit to anything, there is no evidence against her. All they have are just allegations. Mere words that do not hold water before the council or any other regulatory body they can report her to.It's annoying when you know the truth but cannot pr
Natalia’s failed awakening has far-reaching consequences than she can ever imagine.When a child fails, he or she does not fail alone.Failure spreads out to its surroundings, like the butterfly effect. Everyone around you is as affected by your failure as they are by your success.And when your identity is special, the pressure you face is tougher than you can imagine. There is a lot at stake. Perfection is required of you, and this slowly but inevitably becomes the norm. Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, true. But for the scion of the crown-wearer, things are worse.You cannot fail.You dare not fail.Estelle Vane is one of the most powerful witches to ever walk the Earth, but even she is not exempt from this convention.One of the motives behind the witches’ acceptance of a hybrid as their supreme ruler is due to the potential she possesses. Who cares if her blood is diluted? The power inherent in it is already
Realizing that his nonchalant words may have upset and somehow irked a certain highly-ranked demon, Maestro Baghül rephrases his sentence in a less detached manner. We want to poke the dear, but let’s not overdo it.“Prior to completing his first task, he wasn’t my student. But that is beside the point. Your scion decided to enter with a bang, and my beloved gate has to face the consequences of his flamboyant actions. As if that was not enough, his guard vomited all over my rug. My rug!For Lucifer’s sake! That rug is…”“a rare, exotic gift from the mortal realm. I know. I doubt you will let me hear the end of it though.” Pride does not let his former colleague finish. But can these words be enough to stop a disgruntled ghoul from airing his grievances? Highly unlikely.There is a reason ghouls are unforgiving, grudge-keeping creatures.“I am not particularly concerned with what y
Travis hangs limply in the air, blood continuously streaming from his orifices like water from a tap.At this rate, he’d be dead.Oh no! what have I done!The panic worsens Klade’s condition, and he struggles to breathe. He begins to choke on his vomit, and the chief ghoul knows that he has to intervene before things get out of hand. Grumbling to himself about being cheated by Pride, he drops Travis on a mattress he conjured out of air in an unceremonious fashion.Upon reaching Klade, he realizes that the whites of the guard’s eyes have begun showing.This is bad. Just what did Pride do to him to trigger this?Hitting Klade’s chest does little to quell the rising panic reflected in the guard’s eyes. Were this situation not so dire, Maestro Bahgül would’ve tried to capture this on a canvas. The lack of technology like the digital camera necessitated the use of painting or drawi
A loud crash rouses Klade from the depths of a restless, worry-filled slumber.It is said that when a body at a state of rest or in uniform motion is interrupted by a moving force, dissonance and chaos, the not-so-distant siblings of confusion, ensue.Klade springs up like a provoked python rearing to unleash a fatal strike, but the restraints around him remind him of the reality of his situation. Most binds would’ve loosened by now, if he didn’t manage to shred them apart. But this is not ‘most binds’.This are binds set in place by a chief ghoul in his prime. And if he doesn’t want you to move, you have no other choice. You must stay as you are.With his senses strengthened by his ancestor’s blessing, Klade can sense that his sudden, violent movement placed a great strain on his restraints. But he also senses that they are nowhere close to snapping.He would have broken into a flurry of colourful swear words, h