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I pulled her into me and we lost ourselves to each other. ***** It was the most beautiful morning of my life. I was so happy... I had already made the bookings and reservations for a one-month long honeymoon in Australia. I was very excited about this real honeymoon. I would not have believed it just 6 months back that very soon I would be bewitched by a very beautiful, simple, pure and innocent girl. Thank you, God, for that accident on that rainy night, I have been bewitched by an angel since then... The End

He turned round to see her bowed low on the ground. “What do you mean accident?” asked Alaric stiffly. “Enlighten me, witch.” “I-I’m M-Mary Crossborough, y-your m-majesty. I’m a witch of this village. I-I was practicing my wind defense spell this morning inside t-this f-forest. W-When I-I c-casted it, I t-then heard s-someone f-falling on the ground n-not so far away. I-I ran to find who it was and then I saw i-it w-was…a-a…d-dham-p-pir. B-but I-I d-didn’t know h-he w-was y-your c-cousin, your majesty.”

She is petrified to get rid of the roots that sneaked up to attack her struggling brothers. Azareel's face is getting swollen and red like a tomato and the other attacks are getting worse. With all her strength, Azareel tries to break free from the roots wrapped around her body. But luck was not on his side. He couldn't get away from that root at all. It's so strong and hard. It is not easy to defeat a vine that is tens of thousands of years old, it must be that the tree has absorbed a lot of magic energy, its power is not kidding.

She was right! Zeuck: — Who? The village women are so beautiful! Kataleya: — No! Belton: — Are there witches? Kataleya: — Just a sorceress! The Cataruda. Debon trembling: — And? Kataleya: — She takes over all the men who pass by! Zeuck: — Well, if she's beautiful I wouldn't mind if she took over me and... Kataleya: — Yes, you would care! She would take something from you..

"Agatha, please...you misunderstand in your jealousy..." "Jealousy!" The witch screeched. "I hate you and all you stand for! This realm will die without you...you are all egotistical and vain creatures! You hunt and destroy my kind and those of my love, Lord Albescu...and the demons! Like the spider and the mosquito we all have the right to exist! But you! You have been found to be Lord Albescu's mate? What a joke, right?" Bethany was crying in pain, tears of blood, as she coughed up more blood under the witch's cruel spell trap.

Her calm, angelic expressions turn molten hot, and then she looks like something cruel and fallen, like a newly awakened demon. "You're rejecting me?!" I can't fail to notice the weather around us shifting and thunderclouds taking the sky. Finn sees it too and grimaces. Werewolves and wizards surround us, all led by the crazy hybrid Beatrice. "I don't understand..." Beatrice covers her face with her hand, laughing when she sees Finn holding my hand. "My vision didn't show you, my mate, having this girl by your side—you were going to be mine, all mine!"

She took a step closer, her eyes were holding mine with an intensity that made me unable to look away. "Jessie, your mother wasn't just Luna Catherine, beloved mate of Alpha Marcus. She wasn't just a kind woman who loved her pack and her family. Beneath all of that, beneath the role she played so perfectly..." Beatrice paused for emphasis. "Your mother was a very powerful witch." The words hit me like a physical blow. "What?" "A witch," Beatrice repeated. "One of the most powerful I have ever known." "That's impossible," I said, my voice shaking. "My mother was a wolf. The Luna of an Alpha. Werewolves and witches don't... we don't align. We are separate. Everyone knows that."

I question. “Yes.” Corvu leans back against the bench, unbelieving of what he just heard. “The rumour about the amulet was concocted to protect new Witches. You see Witches were to be executed as soon as they were found to possess magic, for fear they would turn evil. However, thankfully, if the King thought the magic came from a trinket that can only be given and not taken, we could protect the young Witches.” “That’s actually rather genius.” I mumble. Shelia nods in approval.

Again, she shivered, remembering all too well how angry she had been at him and how much she had wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off. God damn it, Snarl, get out of my head! “Oh, come on, Hazel,” Beetle rolled her eyes and leaned in further to whisper, “We both know you aren’t really the big, bad witch. You want what all of us want. A wolf who will sweep us off our feet and claim us as their mate just so we can feel what every other lucky mated witches feels.”

Lovely was staring at me with wide eyes, the look in her eyes was like she remembered me from somewhere. She looked at the bear then back at me trying to figure out if she was dreaming. "It is all a dream, lovely. I would wake up soon" she said, falling to the floor with a thump. Fuck, she had fainted.