My Beautiful Witch

The night was cold and dark clouds hung above her as she made her way forward into a circle of people. Every step she took was powerful and her cold, ruthless gaze made the people gulp in fear as she passed by.

Her black cloak swept the floor and the crown which was fittingly sitting atop her head felt heavy but she still held her head high, bearing the heavy weight of it as she walked in along with another woman who hurried behind her.

A heavy and somber air surrounded them as Sylvia stepped into the circle to be met with a gruel sight of a body.

Her cold eyes surveyed the open wounds, the burnt flesh and the claw marks that filled this person's body who was probably a woman. One of her kind had been killed again by those cruel werewolves and she didn't think she will let this slide this time.

"Brenda?" Her voice sounded in the room and her right hand woman who was behind her quickly came forward to answer her.

"Yes my Queen" Answered Maria "She was sent out on an errand by Amora and didn't return for days, the women found her like this in the mountains, left to be eaten by wild animals"

"Take her away" said Sylvia, coldly. Her eyes glinted as something dangerous flashed in them. Brenda had been one of her favourite maid.

She was one out of the hundred people that surrounded her who would speak what they truly thought. She didn't know how to filter her words and Sylvia liked her that way but now she was gone. She felt a rage she had been trying to suprress bubble inside her as she turned around to face the people who had almost thesame expression. They were angry. Just like her.

"This is the work of the iron claws!" One person stepped forward and said before the body could be taken away. Sylvia was sure this person didn't care about her life anymore as she dared to speak when she wasn't asked to.

She looked at the woman with dark, dirty curls who threw herself on the floor, next to her feets.

"I'm telling you this because i'm sure. I have seen how he works. I have seen his victims and i always recognize them"

Sylvia's head tilted a little to the side as she looked at the woman with her wickedly sharped eyes. She wondered why people never listen. Going closer to the woman, she squatted in front of her so she could look into her eyes and whisper "How many times do i have to tell all of you that Iron claws is dead? I witnessed it myself. Is there any more proof that you need?"

By now, the woman was already trembling but there was something in her gaze that made Sylvia's eyes narrow.

"The body" The woman started, not able to hold Sylvia's gaze, she looked away. Her eyes were red probably because of crying "You said the body disappeared"

"He disintegrated given the kind of being he is" Sylvia corrected.

Another person stepped forward. This time, a woman that looked middle aged. Sylvia recognized her as one of the coven leaders.

"If i may speak, my Queen" She bowed a little "If he is truly dead, how do you explain the way our kind has been killed over and over again? The bodies all looks like how he usually kills his victim"

"Have you heard of a copy cat?" She asked and the woman swallowed, knowing what she was trying to say.

The man was called Iron claws because he truly had iron claws that were as sharp as anything that was sharp. His victims had alway been witches, for some reason he hated witches and loved to see them suffer. He was the witches sworn enemy as he had killed and captured many of their kind in the past. There was nothing from him since the last five years and hearing that he was dead, they felt relieved but recently, their kind started to be murdered again in a cruel way. In thesame style which he used to kill. How could anyone not think that perhaps, he has been raised from the dead? They were scared knowing that they would keep losing loved one's like this.

But what the people didn't know was that. That man who was everyone's sworn enemy was their queen's mate. Back before she became queen, he had captured her too.