Harry potter is a witch and he not alone but he have 2 friend,they too is witch

Magnus's excitement didn't last long on his first use of magic. His attempts only worked five times out of ten. While that would have been a remarkable achievement to anyone else in his position, he wasn't knowledgeable in such matters. In the end he could only shrug and take what he got. The night soon passed this way.
The next morning after a quick meal which was turning bland fast, he set about going through the books, hoping to find something useful. Trying to recall further memories only left him with a headache. He poked the books with a stick that he had gotten from outside to check for any obvious curses. His parents always cautioned him about cursed books that were found in the wizarding world. Any book that's worth something has a charm on it, beneficial or often otherwise. Especially books that were found in a cabin owned by a crazy witch in the middle of nowhere. The foreign language didn't make them any less ominous. Yesterday he was careless in his excitement and he only realized his mistake later at night.
He picked the two books he could understand first, "Tales of Beedle the Bard" and "Legends of the Legendary". "Tales of Beedle the Bard" was less abridged than he remembered, but still nothing new that would matter to him. The other book was a collection of stories of various legends from all over the world. It looked to be old and was handwritten rather than printed. There was no mention of the author either. 'The first book is like a staple of the wizarding world, so almost everyone has it. What's so special about the second one though? I don't think that a lunatic witch would love to read stories in the middle of nowhere. Hmm, the first story is about a warrior who fought against the invaders. Pretty standard story, even those muggle books I read have them. The second is of a scholar who found some cure for a plague. The third is of a legendary beast, fourth is some shapeshifter, fifth is of someone who wakes up in another world…' 
A cold sweat took his back as he was reminded of the witch's words when he woke up in that disgusting cauldron. The words seemed to match the stories in the book, though he couldn't recall his captor's words completely. 'Not ominous at all. What could go wrong when you follow a storybook? Bollocks that's what!' Magnus thought in annoyance. His mum would have admonished him at his use of cuss words, but he always thought they were cool when the older boys used them. He felt like the present situation did give him a leeway with some cussing. He paced around the room for a while till his mind settled down. 'I hope I get out of this mess soon,' he hoped.
He went to the stream nearby and took a quick wash and got the water with the pot. He tried the berries this time. The red one was fine while the purple berry made his tongue numb for a few minutes. When he concentrated on them, the red berries had a brighter glow around them while the purple berry had a dark and dull glow. 'So, bright good and dark bad?' he theorized. He decided to avoid the purple one. The meal of berries while unsatisfactory, filled his stomach. He didn't know how to hunt and decided not push his luck with any potential magical creature that might be lurking around. 
With nothing else to do, he went to the bookshelf again and took down the remaining two books. The yellow covered book in pictograms was put to the side. He couldn't make heads or tails of it. The other book in black gave him a sense of familiarity after an intense staring session. 'Ah yes! This is written in Arabic! I did look at the alphabet just before coming to Egypt. Let me see if I can still recall all the 28 letters. Now what story did I make?' Magnus had a habit of linking information to stories to better remember stuff. After some time, he recalled all the alphabets with the help of the story he assigned for them. 
'Alright, now let's see, this should be Wands in Widows cu-' he stopped with a blush. 'Shouldn't have looked at that book Jimmy gave. Let's try again, "Wondrous Widow's Cures", that should be right.' He waited for a bit for any adverse effects. If there was a curse on the book, it usually takes hold either when you touch it or read it, at least according to his limited knowledge. Since nothing happened, he continued reading the book one word at a time.
The going was slow, but he persevered. He had nothing to do anyway so he took it as a fun way to pass time. The book should be a few hundred pages at the minimum. He took some breaks in between and his reading got faster the more he read. By the time he felt hungry, he read some 50 pages and understood less than a fourth of it. He learned that just because you know the alphabet, doesn't mean that you can understand a language quickly. The fact that it read from right to left didn't make it any easy. While he missed out a lot of what he read, he could make out that it was a potions book. It was only possible because his mum taught him some basic knowledge of potions and he could recognize some familiar terms and plant names. He couldn't make out any of the recipes though.
It was night time so he closed the book. He ate a meal of berries and the last piece of cheese before going to bed.  That night he dreamt of his life in London. What started as a game with his friends in schoolground somehow turned into a battlefield with loud explosions and raging fires. Screams of people filled his dream as a gigantic cackling head of a hag rose from the darkness and swallowed everything.  

Magnus Webb undergoes a tragedy right as he enters the wizarding world. In his quest for revenge he becomes involved in a conspiracy that’s centuries in the making. As if all of this isn’t confusing enough, why is this Dark Lord guy always interfering with his plans? 


The story has a slow start and will pick up as it goes on. The 'system' elements aren't heavy here. The content will get mature as the story progresses. 
PS: I don't possess the rights to Harry Potter and English isn't my native language.

Returning back to the mansion, Lord Alexander was away and Elliot and Sylvia were on the other side of the mansion, bickering with each other as Penny and Damien made their way to the right-wing where they were staying in now. 
Placing in the corner of the room what they had got, Penny walked out of the room and into the patio. The weather was truly beautiful here which felt nice on her skin. The warmth made her feel somewhat safe which made her wonder why. Turning around, she caught Damien who was changing his clothes to something much more comfortable than what he wore earlier when they were out. 
Hearing the birds chirp outside, Penny enjoyed the moment. Knowing the time they had taken right now was the calm before the rising storm which would soon come looking for her. 
Though they had understood a few things, there were still a few things which they weren't aware of and she had a lot to learn.
The mansion they were in once belonged to the white witch, Lady Isabelle Genevieve who belonged to the first generation of white witches. It was an honor to be here and Penny couldn't tell how happy she was that both Damien and Alexander were related to each other. People never spoke about the first generation of witches and it was always termed as witches through which the information was left. People were left to be illiterate who didn't know what those old white witches were capable of. 
After dinner, Lord Alexander had taken them to the study room. The room was quiet and dark like other parts of the mansion. 
"Mother didn't leave anything behind except for a few obvious books and details which the council could not take with them," said Lord Alexander, walking to one of the walls where the books were placed. He picked them randomly before going back and placing them on the table, "These are some of the books in here."
Penelope leaned forward to pick one of the books there, reading the title 'Warling's story of the bees'. Opening it, she noticed it was about bees and flowers but nothing that spoke about the witches or their history. 
Both the men looked at her, waiting for her reaction before she shook her head, "It is a normal book. Can you try reading this, Lord Alexander?" Penny asked, pushing the book to him which they had acquired from the councilman's house. 
Alexander picked up the book, "This is interesting. It is about moon signs. You shouldn't be having it," Lord Alexander could read it too! But then that would mean it had nothing to do with the alignment of stars. 
"So we have two people who can decipher and read books. More the merry," commented Damien. 
"The story and information about the moon signs were considered to be lost though 
I know some of them still have some information passed on like idiots," Alexander flipped the pages, his eyes taking in what was written and speaking, "Mother said a few things about it."
"I thought aunt sheltered you from the witch life," Damien stated for Alexander to continue reading and then reply with,
"No. There were some bedtime stories which she used that had details about the witches. It is only after you grow up you come to realize the stories are real," his expression was grim as he said, "I think even though she wanted to keep me away from the witches, she still wanted to tell me about her heritage of where she came from. Where I belonged too and it wasn't just the pureblooded vampire. Probably to have some compassion to the witches."
Lord Alexander looked at Penny, asking her, "Did you read this?" she nodded her head. 
"Not everything but some part of it."
"What did it say?" he inquired not having the time to go through what was written in it right now. 
"Each signs behavior and how to identify them by the pattern and characteristics. On what they do and what might be their possible fate…" Penny trailed when Alexander's face only turned grimmer. 
To test her knowledge and how much she covered the book, the Lord asked, "Can you tell me what sign I belong to?"
Penny stared at him, having been put in the spotlight right now she tried to remember what she read in the scarce time she had found, "You isolate yourself. You prefer to work alone and the past that you carry is what you have learned and have applied. Quiet, yet dangerous with the way people look at you. Your presence demand respect but it makes one think if it is because of the position or for who you are as they are scared knowing what you are capable of making them wary of you yet talking to you in polite greeting," she paused, trying to gauge if she had got his characteristics before saying, "You are a spider."
Lord Alexander stared at the young white witch who appeared to have potential. The same promising potential his mother had which she had not used after she married his father, "What about Damien?" he asked, testing her further. Damien and Penny had never discussed his moon sign but Penny had caught his sign with just a glance. 
"Wolf," she answered Alexander who nodded his head, twisting his lips and sighing loudly.
"I take that it's not good to have this book," Damien chipped in his thoughts. Closing the book and handing it to Penny, Alexander turned to his cousin.
"No, it is not. Follow me," he said to have both of them follow his footsteps when he went to the shelf of books and pulled the lantern that was hanging in there to have the shelf move and make way to a passage, "Penelope, you have potential but at the same time I would advise you to not get in the eyes of the council. What Damien doing is right but once your name comes up in the council there would be no way out. Once a person gets stuck with the council it is for life." 


WARNING: This book contains mature R-18 content. *Slow burn book. No major misunderstandings or rape.*
[Year 1778]

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"

The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.

"Bring the man here."

"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.

Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.

"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.

Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.

"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.

Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.

On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.

Years passed. No one knew where Katrina and the children were. She put a spell on them to make sure no one could track them down. She didn't want her sister to find her and kill her and and her children.
Present day Katrina was picking apples from the trees. She was humming. "La la la la la la" she was wearing a light brown dress with a apron in the front. Her warm black hair was in a bun. Suddenly Riley, Willow and Misty ran passed her. "Hey you guys be careful" she laughed at the giggling children. She laid the basket of apples down and looked in the other basket. "Look how cute you are my cutie" Connor sat in the basket. He was a chubby toddler. She smiled at him. "You would be proud Leon." she kissed his forehead and looked around for the children. "Kids time to go!" She picked Connor up and put him in the papoose. The children didn't show up. She looked around to try to spot them. "Riley! Willow! Misty! This isn't a game. Come out now!" she grew worried. She had a bad feeling in her stomach. She knew something was wrong. She began walking toward the way she remember they went.
She saw broken sticks. She looked closer. There was a boot print. Her eyes widen. Someone was in the woods with her. With the kids. She suddenly heard a scream. It was Willows scream. She ran towards the scream. She came to Willow bleeding. Katrina ran to her. "Oh my god." Katrina held Willow. "Don't worry. You'll be okay." she noticed her cut wasn't deep. She knew someone cut her on purpose to draw her to Willow. Katrina picked Willow up and set her next to a tree. "Sweetly I need to know where this person is. Okay?" Willow cried more and more. "Come on honey. You have to help me so I can make sure you and the others are okay." Willow swallowed hard and pointed. Katrina followed where she pointed to. It was a cave in the far distant. "Okay" Katrina looked at Willow. "Okay i'm going to go in there. You stay here. Alright." she kissed Willows forehead. "Don't worry you'll be fine." She stood and put Connor next to Willow. "Just put pressure on your wound and yell if anything happens. Trust me ill be here in a flash." Willow nodded and did as Kat instructed.
Kat pulled out a bag of salt. She poured it around Willow and Connor. She cast a spell. "Pure salt protect this spot and all who reside here. Keep out those who seek to harm, protect us. from negativity, anger, and fear" After doing that she began to walk to the cave. Whoever did this will pay for hurting a pure child. She walked into the cave. It was dark and slippery. She saw light from a distant. She slowly walked towards it. When she got to it she hid behind the corner. She looked around to where the light is coming from. Her mouth dropped to see Riley and Misty tied up. They weren't hurt but asleep. She looked around the room. She saw a woman. The woman had long deep red hair. Her skin was a light green. She was at a altar. Something about the woman seemed familiar to Kat. But she shrugged it off. No matter what this woman hurt her babies and now has to pay.
"You know hiding isn't working with me. I can hear your heart beating in your chest." the woman turned to Kat.
Kat stood and looked at the woman. "How dare you speak to me. You have no right. You wicked witch." Kat walked in front of the woman but no too close. "Witches like you deserve to burn at the stake." Kat knew the harsh words would get to the woman. Because the woman was getting a little more angry.
"Listen if you want the little bastards than take them" with a wave of the woman's hand the kids were free.
Kat grabbed both children before they hit the ground. She laid them softly on the ground. She turned to the woman. "How dare you touch my babies." she clutched her fists.
The woman rolled her eyes and turned back to her altar and started to read her books.
"Aren't you listening to me? Those children are innocent. Why would you do such a thing to them?" Kat grew mad.
The woman laughed. "Oh honey I don't care if they killed a million people. I don't like it when people come on to my property and mess with my things." the woman turned to face Kat. "Now if you don't mind I want to get back to my books. Now leave" she waved her hand and it made Kat and the kids fly out of the cave and out into the woods.
Kat stood when she was outside. She looked around and saw Riley and Misty start to wake up. She helped both of them up and walked back to Willow. "Now lets all go home before a witch fight breaks out." She laughs but as she walks back home she looks to the cave. She wanted to know why that witch was rude and mean to the poor children. She shook her head and continued home.
All the kids sat at the table. It was now noon. Kat was at the stove finishing some food. "Okay I know you guys don't like it as much but still you need the energy." She turned the stove off and sets the pot down. The kids all looked at the food. It was potatoes and water.
"Eww" both the girls say sticking their tongues out.
"Oh come on. Its not that bad." Riley said grabbing some potatoes and pouring some water with it.
"Says you." Willow says grabbing some water and potatoes as well.
"Yeah. It looks disgusting." Misty groans as she grabs some next.
Kat smiles at all of them. "Well if you don't like it I can always give you back to that cave witch and let her feed you. But who knows. She may make you fat and feed you to her werewolves." Kat laughs as the children scream. "Okay okay. Now eat up or Ill do that." she giggles a little making Connor laugh. "Oh does Connor like that idea?" he smiles big.
All the kids get done eating and go to their room. "Okay. Now what story do you guys want to hear this time?" Kat said walking into the room putting Connor in his bed. The kids all get in their beds and think. "I want the one about the forbidden love" Willows says as she day dreams.
"No! The one about the guy that kills the dragons and saves the princess." Misty throws her pillow at Willow.
"Honestly I don't care." Riley starts to read a book. "I have my own stories to read about"
Kat picks up Misty's pillow and hands it back to her. "Okay how about a new story then?" She sits on the edge of the bed.
All the kids shake their heads. "I can deal with a new story I guess." Riley puts his book up.
"Okay." Kat thinks for a moment. "The story is about a young princess who falls in love with a pirate." She looks at the kids for approval. They all nod their heads. "Okay the story goes...."

S1- The Queen has gone mad. Its up to a small group of people that were outcasts to join together and stop this evil witch. Just as things have gotten better things change when Wolfhound starts to have new problems and some old ones that won't stay in the past! Follow our heroes in their story.



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Also for those who are into fantasy romance, kindly check my two other two books.
"MARRIED TO THE QUEEN OF DARKNESS"
This is both available in English and Tagalog version.
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https://www.webnovel.com/book/15523368806855505/Married-to-the-Queen-of-Darkness
MY MASTER IS A BOY-WITCH ~this one was one of my latest magical creation. It was set on the modern era where it was believed that practitioners of magic lived amongst us.
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THE KILLING AT DISTRICT 12~ if you are into dark-themed novels like mystery thriller you can try this one out. Be warned that it was rated R18 though because some chapters contained murders as this one was about a serial killer. The story was about how a forensic anthropologist and a former homicide detective that had gone to seminary joined hands to solve the mysterious killing happening at their district


What will you do if you suddenly wake up as another person after you die???

What will you also do if you realized that your pet, cat, started talking to you???
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This is the story of Mu Lingxi, a hopeless romantic teenage girl from the 21st century who transmigrated to another world after falling to her death. Together with her little black cat Janus, she began to traverse an unfamiliar world where warlocks and sorceress exist.

Due to a few unexpected turns of events, she ended up being engaged with a prince.
But she strongly believes in Queen Elsa's words before from the movie FROZEN,
"You cannot marry a man you just met once!"
and this was why she highly objected to the marriage arrangement.
She even chose to cross dress just to hide her identity!

On her journey to learn the way of magic, she got herself entangled with five young handsome men. Together they will venture the world of magic, love, and friendship.

"Living in a place different from where I came from, how will I survive???

How could a hopeless romantic girl like me cope up with a life surrounded by five beautiful young men???

Will I be able to hide my true identity until the end??"

"MEOW~"
[Oh c'mon, little lass. Why are you asking yourself that??? You sound so rhetoric....
It's not for you to say, but for them to find out by themselves]
*Janus winked to the readers out there*



P.S.
Pic's not mine...Credits to the owner.

After Morocco, I no longer faced the same struggles that I had in my first month on board the Calypso; the crew were wholly different. I couldn't tell if it was because of the much-needed break, or if they had accepted my presence on the ship.
Neither of my former saboteurs was anywhere to be seen which I credited to Captain Red's warning. I was grateful for the change. 
Even the captain was changed. 
While he remained the hard-hearted pirate captain, I was no longer frightened of him. Having worked together with him and Stewart in Morocco, I had a newfound respect for Captain Red. He worked twice as hard as anyone on the ship, and no one ever saw–he was human like the rest of us. Some days, if he was tired of sitting in his cabin by himself, he joined Stewart and me down in the kitchen. And on occasion the three of us would venture to dine with the rest of the crew. 
The days onboard the Calypso was peaceful and I made the most out of this peace by taking time for myself whenever I could. It had been years since I last dabbled in magick and witchcraft; years since I had last been in Scotland. I was disconnected not only from the magick previously in my life, but I was disconnected from myself. I longed to reconnect with my roots and with my practice, but onboard a ship my options were limited. 
I had no choice but to take a chance. And I took my chance on none other than the Captain himself, Red James Thatch. He was my first choice for a couple of different reasons: He was just about eccentric enough not to hang me or toss me into the freezing water for admitting to witchcraft, and if he welcomed the craft he could very well secure my position on the ship regardless of what the crew thoughts. He was the man in power, after all.
Once again I found myself angst-ridden before his door. This time around, I had invited myself. 
I took a deep breath and knocked.
No answer.
I knocked once more.
Silence.
From the inside, the parrot ruffled their feathers and squawked, "Oh! Hello?" 
The door opened and closed with ease. Captain Red was not in his room. His desk was the usual mess and his hat hung over the back of his chair. I studied the bookshelves along the left-hand wall. "A peculiar taste in literature," I noted wiping a thick layer of dust from the spine of those in the very back, "Why own books you can't read?"
"Because they fascinate me," a voice interrupted. My eyes went round before I squeezed them shut. "Captain, I didn't hear you come in," I began and spun on my heel to face him. Though angry at first, Captain Red's expression quickly softened. He stepped over and traced his fingertips over a book on the top shelf. "I-I didn't mean to intrude," I stuttered, but he didn't let me finish, "You wanted to speak with me, I assume?" 
I nodded. 
"Then talk."
I looked at the books for support. Many titles were faded, but I managed to identify a few words as Latin, Gaelic, and English. A few of them were written by hand while the majority were printed.
I began to wonder around the room. 
My braid fell over my shoulder for me to fiddle with as I told him the story of my life, from the very beginning up until my arriving at the Calypso. Once I began to speak, I found myself unable to stop. The words fell out of my mouth before I had the chance to think twice, and the Captain listened attentively to every twist and turn.
By the time I finished my story, I was slouched in his chair with the tears spilling down my face. For the first time, I allowed myself to acknowledge and feel the sorrow. Polly the parrot sat, again, eerily motionless in their usual spot. The Captain crouched down beside me with a serious expression and made sure I had no additions before speaking, "Witchcraft is a tricky thing. On one end you have the government dying to execute any potential practitioners, and on the other hand, you have those dying to learn it." 
I looked at him and sniffled, "What do you mean?" 
He tensed his hand around the wooden armrest. A fine pink scar I hadn't noticed before ran vertically down his cheek. 
"I've been looking for witches, real practitioners of the craft, for years," Captain Red explained, "every clue lead to a dead end." "Or a dead witch," I mumbled. "And here you are," he went on, "a live witch onboard my very ship. No wonder I misjudged you, Eden." His choice of words didn't strike me as well-planned.
His eyes remained unnerving yet bared a spark not before seen. I chose to believe my revelation had something to do with it.
"I want to learn dark magic," Captain Red admitted during our second time gathering around his desk the night after, "Curses, blood magick—all of it." 
I was taken back by his confession. "Do you have any idea-"
"Can you teach me?"
"No, I- why would you want to learn something so-...so dark?" I stood up from my chair and wandered over to the bookshelf. Pressing two fingers from each hand against my temples, I turned back around. "Do you have any idea what you're asking of me?" There was no light-heartedness in the face that met mine, "I know how it must sound-"
"Do you?"
"Let me finish," he grumbled, "I know what I'm asking for. I know the risk." He leaned forward in his seat and watched me as I paced. "The Witch Trials can't get to you out here, Eden. What are you so afraid of?" I threw myself around and gripped the edge of the desk. "It's morally wrong," I barked at him, "That's what this is. This is not fear, I am not fearful. It- you're challenging my morals!"
Captain Red leaned back and put his right foot upon the opposite knee. "You're a pirate and a witch," he said, "the government hates you, fears you, no matter what you do. Anywhere you go, I can't imagine you'll feel truly safe, do you? So, what's the harm?" 
I inhaled deeply, sharply. He was right about his guesses, but he lacked respect for my boundaries. There were certain things the common witch frowned upon: Curses, hexes, jinxes, and certain types of blood magick all made the list. 
"Harm none, do what ye will," I muttered, "the one basic guide most witches follow." "Are you, or are we, most witches?" he challenged. I felt a need to scream and allow all my frustration to empty. "Why are you so-...so-" 
"Not wrong?" he suggested. 
"Impossible," I huffed.

"When you hear the name Thatch you will first think of my husband, Red James Thatch, or, perhaps more famously, his father Edward Thatch, better known as Blackbeard. Regardless, it will not be mine nor that of my daughter, Mary-Anne. We are but supporting roles in their tales of piracy and travel.

In my living years, I didn't care much for the publicity. My husband could have it and he did, he was made for it, that man. But not me. I was content playing the role of his loyal wife and mother of his daughter.

Even so, my life makes for quite the tale to tell, and I believe it is time to share the life and death of Eden Thatch with the world."

LA Malvar Minor – Archive Room...

Azul was checking the records regarding Belinda Malvar the founder of the White witch clan Malvar, she do doubt the story she heard today from the William's. She has taken every book regarding the founding of the clan, but still there's no records of Belinda having an elf for an husband and had twin with him. All she can find out that Belinda and Carolina was the first witch of the clan who secretly aid the human in their fight against the evil side.

She was on the last book of the medieval era, she spend two days just to study the history of their clan when a knock disturbed the silent room. The door was open and the first thing Azul noticed was the sweet smell of hibiscus tea it filled the small archive room, then her eyes drifted to the person carrying the food tray it was grandmother Elizabeth. Her Grandmother Elizabeth still has that youthful look and since she became a vampire her sandy colored hair turned darker. 

"Anina sweetie it's been two days you have been holed-up in this record room" Elizabeth place the try on the nearest table and poured tea for Azul. 

"Grandmother Eli, sorry I did not notice the time" she was so engrossed on reading and afraid that she might missed something, she put all her focus on the books. She stood up and approached the table and accepted the tea offered by Elizabeth.

"What are you looking for young lady?" Elizabeth poured tea for herself and savor the aroma before sipping "I might help you"

"Dark era, Belinda Malvar" and she did the same things as Elizabeth, Savor the aroma before drinking the tea.

"The founder the grand matriarch" Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows at her "What about her?"

"Well grandmother!" She put down her tea cup and look at Elizabeth " I met the Williams today at the cinema and they told me the story of the Dark era and how we Malvar has blood of the elves running into our veins, so here I am checking the records of history of the Malvar if that story is true or false…. Hmmm… so far I haven't seen any records of that claimed blood line.

"Well its true" and Elizabeth munched on a cookie "We do have blood of the elves"

(O_O)… "Grandma there is no record or what so ever written in the books" she look at Elizabeth in a serious manner "Is there a hidden records room that I don't know about?"

"This is the one and only records room the Malvar minor have" and Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows at her.

" Grandma, We have the blood of the elves?" she shake her head " That is impossible, Elves are the holiest of all creation while the vampires are from the dark side, is like night and day,  they will not be together or be combine.

Elizabeth give Azul a confused look.

"Grandma, What I mean is, if we have elves blood- mother or you had become derange   and we, us your children will not exist" Azul got a little frustrated by the unrealistic of the situation. 
"Oh! So that the reason, why you holed up here for two days" Elizabeth laugh at her " Sweetie you are the smartest and talented in your generation but still you proven that your still inexperience, your still a child" "hahahhaha!

(O0O)….. ME a Child!!!

Elizabeth laugh louder when she sees the expressions of my face that is usually emotionless.
"Sweetie we are not fully Vampires we still have the human or witch within us" and she smile at me warmly "You of all people should know this, you are a human at this moment!" and she let me digest her worlds. " a normal human once bitten by a vampire they will become a mindless eating machine or became a wholly vampire , but we retained our human side while we have a vampire reside in our body, it co-exist within us.

"It makes sense" It was a question linger in my mind for a long time, it just that I haven't got the chance to asked mother about it. But it really make sense that I and my twin or Elizabeth children has a two persona.

"And haven't you wonder why you guys has two different eye colour?" Elizabeth asked again which I nodded my head " Elves only has four eye colour , Blue which represent the ocean and the sky, green which is the nature, Grey which is metal and precious stone" and she look at me in the eye " and Gold which represent creation just like the colour of your right eye. 

That was too many to digest, Blue has the ability of storm, affinity of air and water, while me I can summon anything from fire to vines. 

Elizabeth hand a vial to me "Great Grandfather Elaran asked me to give this to you" I checked the vial what inside is a golden liquid  " He said it's from grand matriarch and he advised that you should drink it in full moon to make it more effective"

Now- I- am- so- confuse- look (@_@) was given to Elizabeth.

"Oh! It's a medicine for you! How to put it, when you were stabbed and on the death door you parents went to find the Grand Matriarch for help, you were shrinking in size and age, when they reached the Kingdom of elves you return to a baby,  if they wait one more day you might vanish. You stayed with the Grand Matriarch for a hundred of years. She has prolong your life slowly getting you off the critical stage but the price you pay is your eon of years sleep. 

"I was in the Kingdom of elves? " This is the first time she is hearing this

" Yes" and sip her tea " your parents avoid mentioning all this because they don't want to remember that nightmare" who want to recall all the suffering the von Holstein couple undergo, Margaret almost went crazy and her nephew-in-law went on killing spree almost wipe out the rouge. 

Azul was speechless, she felt sorry for her parents and brother although it was not intentional she still feel pain, she was sulking when when she remember the missing records.

"Grandma! why the records of the bloodline is missing?"

"Missing??"

"Yes!"

"Oh! Is not missing! it just that the records are not updated"
(Isn't that the same as missing?) ("_")

She wasted her time looking for nothing, she wanted to flip the table (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ and complaint when the door of the records room was suddenly open by Blue.

He was like a raging bull and stop in front of her "WHAT'S WRONG Sis???

(??_??)….

"You did not go home for two days" Blue was inspecting her from head to foot for injuries "Michael called me and say that you were gone for two days"

"Blue clam down will you! She rolled her eyes at him, he was like a mother hen.
 
"When something wrong with you, I got to be blame for, as if I am your sitter "Blue glare at her.

"I am fine ok, there's nothing wrong with me"

"Sis that's the issue!  YOUR ONE BIG WRONG ALREADY" 

Azul was stunned and speechless with Blue declaration ヾ(oﾟｘﾟo)ﾉ

"Benjamin Liam Ulric Ezna von Holstein y Malvar" your too much!!! ( ╬ ಠ 益 ಠ)

How would you feel if you woke up in a body of a 14 year old girl with a pale utterly white & smooth skin like porcelain, a chest flatter than a washboard, all the hair in your body are white,  in short a walking photocopy paper. The only distinctive future are the amber eyes with dark red pupils. 
Our Anina Ziya Ulyana Love von Holstain y Malvar in short Azul a black haired with honey colored skin lady, a novelist at 30(Virgin)  a half Vampire & Witch had witness a fight between werewolf, vampire, witch & hunter. Amazed & enlighten for her next book. Decided to collect writing materials by observing this action pack & tenacious fight. Our passerby Azul almost clap her hands in joy to the scene unfolding in front of her. Unsatisfied with her viewing area she move closer to have a greater view forgetting the word “caution “.
Our passerby human self was accidentally badly injure before she knows it her world turn dark.
After eon of years of sleep she was awaken, found herself looking at a 14 years old girl in the mirror. Her price black silky hair, lovely skin, black eyes & chest of c-cup are all gone. This androgynous appearance shock her….(⁰₀⁰)
Outside of her home shock her….(⁰₀⁰)
Her twin brother popularity shock her.. (⁰₀⁰) 
Her father drastic changes shock her.. (⁰₀⁰)
Her unchanged mother shock her…(⁰₀⁰)
Her going to school shock her…(⁰₀⁰)
At a certain coffee shop
Hey…  she face a blushing guy from head to foot
Yes…. Emotionless reply (-_-)
Can I call you A…..Azul? 
Em too white to be called Azul
Ohhh… so can I call you White?
Azul (“_”)
Boy ???
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This is my very first novel, English is not my native tongue... I hope you guys can pin point the mistake in grammar.... thank you

"I'll share the news with everyone tonight when they're all back at the camp!" She looked at Wendy and said in a deep voice, "I hope you'll help me to persuade them."

That was the last thing I heard before they went back to their own place. I went back to my camp and tried to process the information that I just gained, If what Nightengale said was true then who was the one who were hanged in the gallows that was being the talk of everyone in Border town. 

When night fell, the witches who had spent all day working outside returned to the camp. Seeing that Nightingale had come home safely, they were extremely glad and surrounded her to ask all about her journey. The white bandages tied around their injured arms weighed heavily on her heart. After answering a few questions thoughtlessly, she raised her hands to silence all witches. 

Chime was mixed in the crowd, listening to Nightengale's story. It took her some time to tell them everything. She began by telling them about the time she snuck into Border Town, the acquaintance of Roland, Anna, and Nana, then the construction of the wall, the assembly of the steam engine, the fighting against the demonic beasts, and finally Anna who had just passed through to her adulthood. Nightingale even took out the design of the steam engine to convince others that it was true. 
'So Nana went home safely, and steam engine? isn't that an invention from modern times? why did it appear in this world where magic is rampant, this prince roland is an interesting individual.'

Most witches had been cocooned in an isolated world since they joined the Witch Cooperation Association, so it was hard for them to imagine the outside world. They seemed charmed by the stories, and when Nightingale came to the part about Anna passing through the Day of Adulthood unscathed, they were abuzz. The Demonic Torture had haunted them all their lives. All these years they had suffered from hunger and cold, leaving behind the secular world and secluding themselves to the Impassable Mountain Range in order to seek the legendary Holy Mountain. If what Nightingale had said was true—a land where the lord would accept them and a method that would protect them from Demonic Torture, Holy Mountain seemed less worthy to pursue. 
Just then, the audience moved to clear a path for a green-haired witch who had half her face tattooed with serpentine. She walked towards Nightingale. 
'Cara seems angry, I better prepare for the worst if I want to meet this prince I would need the help of Nightengale to get close to him.' Chime approached the two slowly so that no one will notice her.

Just then, the audience moved to clear a path for a green-haired witch who had half her face tattooed with serpentine. She walked towards Nightingale. 
"Hello, my respected mentor," said Nightingale, as she bowed to the witch, "Snake Witch" Cara, founder of the Witch Cooperation Association. The witches in the association addressed her as mentor. 
"I've heard your stories," she said with a hoarse and hollow voice, "and you mean to tell us that all we have done is wrong?" 
"No, mentor, they aren't just stories. I mean..."
"Enough." She waved her hand impatiently. "I don't know what adventure you have been through, weaving your stories. A highborn prince who pities the poor witches? It's as silly as pitying a frog." She sneered as she turned around. Spreading her arms, she shouted, "Sisters, don't forget all of what the common people have done to you!" 
'Oh no, this is getting out of hand' Chime thought and she summoned her sword and edge slowly near Nightengale's back. Ready to pull her out if it's needed.
She went on without waiting for Nightingale's explanation. "There's no doubt that the common people, the incompetents, have targeted us with blades and whips in the name of gods. Without God's Stone of Retaliation, they have no authority to oppress us. It's deities who grant us the power, not the evils. It should be us who work on the behalf of deities, not the church. It should be us, the sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association! Holy Mountain, told in old books, refers to the quarters of deities." 
What?! Nightingale could not believe her ears. She had known that the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association was kind of eccentric, and although she was hung up on searching for Holy Mountain, she was far from mad. Despite not being as approachable as Wendy, Cara still sincerely cared for them. What Nightingale had not expected was that she would have such hostility toward ordinary people. 
Had Cara secretly buried her anger and hatred all these years? And what she had claimed, about being detached from worldly affairs, was this really a way to save power for striking vengeance without warning one day? What had made her uncover her disguise now? Maybe... 
"We've found the clue to the opening in Holy Mountain, the same as what we read from the old books! All we have to do is wait. In twenty days, when the blood moon rises in the sky, through a huge gate emerging from underground, we shall reach our final realm." She turned back, looking straight at Nightingale. "The common people have deceived you, and we've lived in a big fraud since we were born. What we've suffered in the Day of Adulthood is the test given by deities. One who is determined and resilient will obtain the true power. The church..." She sneered. "It's just a gang of common people who want to work in the name of deities. Sooner or later, all of them will go to hell." 
"And you, child. There's time for you to stop this." Cara paused. "I'll forgive your ignorance and fault if you forget your stories. We'll retake you as one of us, and together we'll find peace in Holy Mountain." 
Nightingale's initial excitement had cooled. The suffering was a test? The ones who did not make it through the torture on the Day of Awakening were simply worthless losers? The statements were exactly what the church was advocating. But no one stood out against these ideas, and instead, they wore a face of agreement. Even Wendy did not make a comment. Suddenly all turned dull and boring to her. Standing in front of her, the witch who was the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association and the leader of the witches seemed so unfamiliar. 
She shook her head. "In that case, I'll take those who're willing to go, and good luck with those who decide to stay." 
Chime noticed Cara slowly moving her hand but she was a bit too late to stop the snake before it bit Nightingale.
Nightingale felt a faint sting on her leg. She looked down and found a black snake with sparkling blue stripes biting her flesh. The Snake of Magic, which bore various venoms and was able to strike the target in silence, was often used by "Snake Witch" Cara. 
The paralysis struck her hard and quickly. Nightingale moved her lips and struggled to say something, but the darkness overwhelmed her. 
'I was too late huh, doesn't matter I'll just get her out later, it's too risky to fight this many witches alone' Chime backed out slowly while dissipating her sword. 'I'll just have to rescue you later, wait for me.'

Just a normal teenage girl, playing a VRMMORPG that's featuring guns, In the game I was GOD, they called me the GOG(Goddess of Guns) I have even dominated Sinnon and Kirito in the game and that was 1v2, they were so shocked to discover that I was even playing with them and not serious at all.

Main Characters:
1. Name: Justine 
    Age: 16 years old
    Classes: 4 classes (Shooter, mage, Hero, Shielder)
    Birthday: July 23, 2004
    Likes: Pancakes~, Books, Cakes, Ramen, Anime.
    About: boy with black hair and brown eyes and also a gamer in his world, and now lives in the other world as an adventurer.

2. Name: Leifi
    Age: 17 years old
    Classes: 1 class (Witch)
    Birthday: August 12, 2003
    Likes: Hero, Cookies, Muffin, Being Brave
    About: An elf who likes heroes, And also likes to be brave to anyone, and who is really strong.

3. Name: Karen
    Age: 16 years old
    Classes: 2 classes ( Mage, Berserker)
    Birthday: December 12, 2004
    Likes: Tea, Being Kind, Someone, Hunting Slimes.
    About: A small 16 years old who always worries about Justine, and is also a very talented Mage, and really strong when she's on berserker mode. You don't want her to get mad at you. 
    
About this story:
This story is about a boy name Justine, who is 16 years old, who have been summoned by these two people and their name was Leifi and Karen. Thanks to them, Justine now lives in a different world with new things and a new life for him.. Will he stay in this world? or will he decide to go back to his world?

Genre
Fantasy, Comedy, Magic and romance.

Novel started: 
November 2, 2019

Author: RoguePrime15

A student that is name Justine, 16 years old, was summoned by two new friends whom seems to be an adventurers. Thanks to them Justine now lives in a different world and with a different body and a different style. How will he return to his normal life.. Or will he stay in this new world with these two by embarking on a new journey? see it by reading this Wonderful Novel to know more.

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