The Witch Luna

s known to man

, the villain of the story, the root of all

: black is not the on

ecies. It's what keeps the wheel

ted when I c

rong men to earn their protection so that I could live happily ever after. Except that my life is anything but a fai

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ked on my sixteenth bir

d sat on the opposite side facing me. In her hand was a thick brown book with a laminated cover. The front cover was adorned by a few sprigs of lavender stuck

moire, your grimoire," emphasizing the word "your." She handed me the book, and I removed the ribbon to

lse in her eyes, like fear or worry. I shook my head to

e this grimoire, your very own," Mom said lovingly, just like a prayer. "Promise me you will be careful, Agatha. You can use my grimoire too," she waved her h

to push her grimoire back to her, but she refused. I don't like th

t you must keep it hidden. Protect it with your life. Do you understand?" she instructed me in a voice slightly above

you from today. Your age is ripe." Her eyes were full of unshed tears as she muttered those words I didn't

about my age being

escendant of the most powerful she-demon ever lived. Many supernatural creatu

e supernatural species, and how an eight-hundred-year-old warlock who locked himself with a seer inside a pentagra

rincess, Agat

abored breath. When she opened them, she waved her hand, and the grimoire vanished instantly. "Be careful, my love, don't trust easily," she added before waving her

L

from head to toe, from shirt and coat to trousers, with old-fashioned black leather shoes. He was playfully holding a sharp-looking dagger on his left hand and a pentagram pendant on his right. A black hooded cloak with an as

ed the pentagram into the air and opened the inner pocket of hi

my mom's face when her g

ce around her. The elder has patches of purpled bruises on her arms, and her face has two slanting wounds, cutting from the left forehead to the right chin. Fresh blood is still oozing from it. Her nose wa

one in particular, but the gazes of the

stranger must be one of the supernatural creatures she was talkin

IS. SHE?" his voice was like thunder,

t even have curtains, only the bare essentials. Although this room holds important books, ancient

ssly before he releases a deep, frustrated breath. He turned a

forward and bowed her head, "My Lord, I promise I saw

r eyes reddened from unshed tears. His gaze slowly traveled back to my mom. She and the other elder were slumped on the floor, looking at each other. The

m raised her head. Surprisingly, she was more composed than a minute ago. She

ed from Lilith and use it for the greater good of all supernatural species. You. Will. Not. Succeed." I don

er turned to dust instantly. I was shocked! My heart tells me to bawl in agony and fight back, but my logic says it will put m

My mom was murdered in front o

uld do was w