Vulcan

Back in Olivia’s hometown, Norton Salem Cult and his wife Elizabeth were packing their bags. Norton tried to comfort Elizabeth as tears rolled down her eyes.

“This was bound to happen,” he said.

“I know, but she’s so young,” she replied, chocking on her words.

Years ago, Norton had made the decision to leave the Coven forever. His mother, who was also a witch, had told him that he was making a mistake. However, Norton had made up his mind. Elizabeth didn’t want to have anything to do with the twisted world of magic and he loved her far too much to let her go. The book, nevertheless, was supposed to go with him. It was his baggage to bear. He was the only heir. He had tried to bury it as deep as he could but he had known all along that it would resurface. It was a legacy impossible to get rid of. The right person in his blood line would find it automatically. Little did he know that it would be his daughter Olivia. The curse of the Salem Cult had returned to haunt his child. He couldn’