A skilled witch, blinded by revenge, becomes known in famous fairy tales. However, it's not the way she (or the reader) expected.

This is actually a book I wrote when I was 10 years old, so that's why it's quite short.

If you were a witch in your past life... there's no way you'd remember that, sorry. But for me, things went in a little different way, & though I'm a human now, I can still be a witch for the sake of revenge, or perhaps good of the world. How?
  It's better if you find out by yourself.

Gunter and Ju both screamed at the sight of their teacher being decimated, Gunter more than Ju because he was very sensitive to scenes like this. They were both being held captive by the dolls that they attempted to fight to find a way out. Both of Gunter's hands were free he used his right hand to bomb his way free. Upon his landing, he sprinted towards the doll version of Gunther ignoring in his path the witch. Ju also tried biting his way out of the clutches of his captor since he had no fancy drive to help him out.

The witch stood in front of Gunter and attempted to cast a spell on him, moved quickly, and grabbed the hand of the witch flicking her over. She floated to safety but Gunter's foot followed her only missing by an inch. The witch smiled and attempted to say something, but was hindered by Gunter projecting stones at her. She dodged the first stone and laughed, Gunter used his hands to make a detonator shape. Nothing changed and she still ignored Gunter's stones, he said click, click and click. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! All the stones exploded and caught the witch within their radius.

Gunter continued back on his path to secure Gunther, behind the aftermath of the explosion came the witch with a smirk on her face. "HA! You missed however, I liked your energy back there. I have decided to take you for myself." She proclaimed as loud as she possibly can, her voice filling the entirety of the house. Gunter heard this and jumped forward to at least get his brother in his arms, the witch flapped her wings jetted forward. From the ground Gunter started to crawl and eventually stood up to jump again, the witch got closer and reached out to grab Gunter's leg.

Gunter landed by his brother and felt his left foot being dragged, he looked to see if the witch was not cursing him but what he saw was horrid. She did not have her wand with her but instead she was sexually harassing his foot. "Oh my! Oh my! Your drive turns me on, so manly, so determined, so, so driven and sexy. Ah I cannot tame my excitement you make me tremble in ecstasy." Her nose bled out in a cartoony manner and she proceeded to lick his the sole of his shoe.

She finally hugged Gunter's shoe and looked at his confused face, "what's wrong? You do not like me?" Her face tilted and her lips formed aa cute little opening big enough to tempt but not enough to expose her teeth. "No I don't like you, but my shoe does." [Gunter]
"What?" [Witch]
As slow as he could Gunter shaped his voice to say "CL...LICK" as soothing as possible. His shoe turned into ripples, each wave, each thread, and each particle turned into a bomb that blew the witch away. Gunter stopped the explosion to avoid harming himself with it.
He hugged his brother's seemingly lifeless sculpture, the witch got up and tried to fly up. She was pummeled back into the ground face first, a tiny bit of blood escaped from her mouth and she felt the sting of the collision. Swift as she could she flew up and paid heed to the clearing smoke behind her and she spotted Ju.

Ju stood there in no special stance but was more than ready to throw down at any second. The witch was a bit terrified because she did not pick up any gang energy from Ju but quickly came to realize that Ju had no driveability.

"You. Do you have any idea what you are getting yourself into?" Her gang energy started to rise again in the attempt to intimidate Ju.
"All I know is that you hurt my brothers, right now I will ask you as kindly as I can to turn my brother back into normal." Ju readjusted himself and started approaching the witch. His face showed no anger or any other emotion it was just neutral and waited for his answer.

"Are you going to make me if I refuse? You do not even have a shred of gang energy in you, just give up and I might spare your useless life." She grabbed her wand and played with it next to her lips while talking to Ju while he made his way towards her.

"Woman I do not want to fight for something that even you can tell is underhanded. Why are you doing this?" Finally, Ju came to a halt he was not that far from the witch and was ready to punch her in the face at any given moment.

"I do what I do because it is amazing and I love it, I am a villain because when I am with the villains I am at peace and free to be myself." Her voice was now normal and no longer disturbing, she was annoyed by Ju's last question.

"You do not have to be bad in order to be yourself, do you know how many people you endanger because of your need to indulge?" 

"Indulge? You see that is your problem, you can't talk and pick your words right. You are only looking at this from your so-called good side, what do you think will happen to someone like me in your society? Will I be accepted even though I am a pervert, what about you for example are you accepted even though you do not have a driveability?" Ju fell quite, he was too lazy to think up an answer.

The witch cursed under her breath and begun to swing her wand, Ju kicked her hand and went in for a punch. The witch dodged to the side and she flew up and went behind Ju who kept on kicking. Ju kept the witch on her toes with his martial arts giving her almost no time to prepare an attack.

After suffering two kicks and a punch from Ju she switched places with one of her dolls. Ju looked at the doll and said, "so we meet again." Attacks did not slow down since now Ju had thought of a way to fight against the gigantic doll. He still kept his eyes on the witch and ducked behind the doll whenever she cast a spell.

At this point in the fight, Ju had abandoned his shoes and was using the tip of his toes and fingers to tear into the doll's skin. In every tear he created he made sure to pull out the stuffing, this was very effective in neutralizing the threat of the huge dummies. Enraged by this, the witch commanded her other doll to join in the flattening of the drive-less Ju.

However, to her surprise, Ju disappeared. She ordered her dolls to move out the way in case they flattened him nut was still not there. The witch gave in and went to look for him herself.

Even when she got there she still could not find him, so she turned her attention to Gunter who had been glaring at her the whole time. "It is was not fair to make your brother go against me. Now look I accidentally did away with him."

"Do not be so sure about it," Gunter lifted his finger trigger and "CLICK" The witch's eyes grew wide as she turned to see what Gunter was igniting. Unfortunately, it went off before she could see, and from the explosion came a kick from Ju.

In the pockets of his pants Ju was carrying with him weaponised rocks from Gunter which they got because Gunter was worried about Ju taking on a dungeon without an ability.

"Ch, what a persistent pest? I will crush you!" The witch began a transformation series giving her wardrobe a darker shade upgrade. Ju could not care less though and still continued with his attack. 

This time though she decided to stay up in the air, Ju threw rocks in the Gunter ignited them. While the is still smoke in the air the Ju would then use his fists, the goal was not to kill her but to capture her and make her undo her damage. 
The same game plan was in motion for a while until it started to feel like it was getting old. The witch's dolls were now in pursuit of Gunter, the witch had noticed that it was impossible for Gunter to know which rock to ignite without seeing them.

Now that there was a wound in the boys' strategy the tide turned in the witch's favor. She was turning Ju into a doll little by little and removing the morphed parts from Ju's body. He was bleeding all over but he kept at it, somehow Ju was able to dodge most of the witch's spells and fight back.

Ju had let all the rocks fall to the ground and Gunter ignited them whenever he had the chance. Both Ju and the witch had fought to a standstill, but Ju was in worse shape one tap and he would die.

The witch could not move but she had another trick up her sleeve, she was going to fuse with both of her dolls.

An attack on the RH Academy students causes one of their weakest students, Slaymen Z. Jason to gain his own alternate. Said alternate was an evil Overlord named Zayan Zeke who killed himself to reset the world and make it a better place for his daughter.

Armed with new powers Jason embarks on the journey to become KING OF THE WORLD

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"Wait!" Su Tang's face was pale and her voice went a key higher.
She had one hand against the man's chest as she tried to stop him. She understood now that the so-called Witch was a pervert! These people were helping him to find a test subject, and she was the one! Once she got to The Witch, she would end up—as the man said—with the fate of a lab rat! 
She… couldn't take it lying down!
"Bitch, why are you so hard to deal with!" That man gave her two tight slaps on the face out of anger. He did not care to waste more time talking to her, and immediately pinned her down.
"The Witch won't let you off!" Su Tang screamed, "If you dare lay your hands on me, I'll get him to kill you once I become his test subject! As long as I cooperate with him and let him have his way as a test subject, he'll definitely fulfill my wish!"
She was banking on the fact that they feared The Witch.
From their descriptions of him, The Witch seemed to be an intimidating figure in this prison that no one dared offend. It even seemed like they were afraid of him. 
She was right.
The man was about to force himself on her but stopped his attempt the moment she said that. He glared at her, gave her another two slaps, and then held her by her hair. "Who do you think you are, telling tales about me to The Witch?! Do you think he'll listen? Let's see if I should kill you right now!" 
"You wouldn't dare." At this point, Su Tang was oddly calm. She looked into that man's eyes and said, "You wouldn't dare kill me, because once I'm dead, it'll be hard for you people to find another test subject. What did that woman say just now? If you don't find one, they're going to get one of you to take to The Witch instead. Hazard a guess, would they pick someone else, or would they pick the person who killed me?"
Her calm questioning left him slightly shaken. 
The man really would not dare to kill her, and the reason was as she had mentioned. If she died, who was going to take her place? In Prison X, each group had to come up with a test subject for The Witch on a rotational basis. Once, a group had been unable to find one for him during their turn, and everyone else witnessed the bad end that they came to!
Nobody dared to offend The Witch.
"Even if I don't kill you, I can rape you!" He wanted to force himself on her again.
Su Tang said, "I've learned some medical skills before, and I might even be able to hold a nice conversation with The Witch. Even if I can't, I could always be a good test subject to favor him. That way, I'll be able to get him to punish the people who've bullied me before. I'm guessing that killing you people is as easy as chopping vegetables to him. If you're daring enough, give it a shot."
The man was fuming but suppressed all temptation to hit her.
"Bitch!" He yelled at her.
Su Tang knew that she was safe for now and smiled. "Don't get so angry. If you can protect me and send me to The Witch safely, I promise I'll ask him to reward you."
A reward from The Witch?
The man's eyes lit up. That must be good stuff! The rice grains, penicillin, lighters and all the other desirable things that were brought into prison were hoarded by a few "powerhouses", and The Witch was one of them. Even if he managed to get just a little of these items, it'd be enough enjoyment for a while!
The man sized her up. Most newbies in prison were frantic, scared and disoriented; it was rare to see someone as calm and organized as this woman. For all they knew, she might really be able to convince The Witch to reward them!
"Alright, I'll help you this time!" In any case, this woman was too dangerous to lay his hands on. He might as well do her a favor, and if he did get his reward, his status in the group would rise.
They reached a deal.
From then on, that man really did protect Su Tang from getting violated by the others. He even made sure she had enough food and rest. Su Tang's days got better, but she still got yelled at by other inmates every once in a while. Meanwhile, some grimy men would ogle at her openly, sending chills down her spine. 
She found herself unlucky enough to be captured by this group of people the moment she entered prison. 
The inmates' uniforms were beginning to reek of a stench. Initially, she despised the uniform and found it too dirty to be on her. But just a few days later, she found that it wasn't smelly or dirty enough—she wanted to be all the grosser, only then could she keep those disgusting men away. All this time, she never stopped racking her brain. She spent every moment thinking of a way to escape, but these people kept such a close eye on her, she never found a chance. 
Eventually, she ended up at The Witch's. 
It was a wizened, ugly old man. His face was distorted and his complexion was horrid—in all, his look was appalling. The group of people were evidently very afraid of him, given that their voices shook as they spoke before him. "Y-Your Honour, The Witch, we have brought along your test subject."
The Witch walked towards Su Tang. He used two of his dry, wrinkled fingers to check her out, and nodded in satisfaction. "A newbie? You did well this time, this new thing is way better than the old and used ones in prison."
"Thank you for the compliment!" A few of them exclaimed in joy.
The man who'd looked out for Su Tang all this while gave her an eye, signalling for her to get him his reward as promised.
Seeing that they weren't leaving yet, he frowned. "Is there anything else?"
Su Tang scoffed. "He wants me to ask you for a reward."
The Witch was taken aback. This test subject was a daring one. Not only was she not crying and begging for mercy, she even spoke to him directly; this was a first. He narrowed his eyes at Su Tang and asked, "Little girl, do you know who I am?"
"I do, the respectable Witch." Su Tang said politely, not wanting to offend this old pervert. After all, she wasn't courting death. "I've heard about you and the things you do. I know that you've dug the brain of someone alive before, and even grafted animal limbs to a human body. How creative. I've learned some medical skills outside, it would be such an honor if I could be your assistant."
"Oh?" The Witch smiled. So, it wasn't that she was unafraid of death, she simply had another idea in mind. 
"This is a pretty new way of keeping yourself alive." The Witch seemed to be in a good mood. "So, tell me how much you know about medical skills."
"Not much, just some simple procedures like removing bullets, rejoining broken limbs and the like. I was out in combat before, so I'm fine with treating common injuries. But I can't do very much beyond that." She added politely, "But, Witch, since I'm sincere about sticking with you, I can pick up the other skills you need me to. I will definitely be able to help you."
The Witch was a little unhappy initially when he heard that that was all she knew. But realizing that there wasn't much of a choice in this prison, he figured that he had something to gain. 


She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee. 

Losing her former glory? It doesn't matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn't matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble. 

She owes huge debts? It doesn't matter... 

A powerful boss once whispered to her, "Your debt will disappear if you become my woman." 

But the proud her would reply, "I'm sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself." 
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This is the story of the Queen of Song, return to the peak... and an overbearing chairman.

You might have read the comic, but here's the novel that it was adapted from!

Using the thick black fog, the old witch fended off the pursuit of the Nine-headed Snake King, successfully escaping from the embattlement of the Magical Beast Territory. The Sea Dragons who were one step too slow suffered, rapidly being drowned out by the furious Magical Beast Army. Faced with the Nine-headed Snake King with abilities at the peak of a Mid-level Deity, faced with the blanketing number of Magical Beasts, they were no match for him.
"Hehe, don't let even one of them go!" Yang Ling commanded the Magical Beast Army to severely injure the Sea Dragons and quickly subjugated them before storing them into the Wizard Pagoda's Space. He then waved his hand and recalled the Magical Beast Army, rapidly chasing after the old witch who had beat a hasty retreat.
Whoosh…
With a sonic boom, Yang Ling glided across the sky like a meteor.
Without the restriction of the Space Bind and Gravity Space, having recovered his Wizard Power and mental energy with Magical Beast Blood Essences, Yang Ling was extremely fast. Compared to him, even though the abilities of the Sea Dragon King was much stronger than an average Sea Dragon, there were multiple serious injuries around its body, its speed decreased greatly. Yang Ling soon caught up to them, the distance between the two of them getting shorter and shorter.
"Quick, faster, quick!" Seeing Yang Ling's alarming speed, the old witch was both alarmed and furious. She used her magical staff as a torch and hit down hard on the Sea Dragon King's head, ordering him to accelerate without care. She did not mind using the remainder of her Divine Power to cast a wind element Acceleration Spell on the Sea Dragon King under her time and time again, trying her best to increase his speed.
Roar…
The severely injured Sea Dragon King roared in pain but had no choice but to forcefully use the draconic magic that would burn his soul and life force under the command of the old witch to accelerate, trying his best to shake off Yang Ling who was hot in pursuit behind him. The intense fight made it such that the wounds on his body could not form scabs, becoming more serious. Blood flowed incessantly, and a portion of his intestines could even be seen.
"It's better to surrender early. There's no way you can escape!" Looking at the old witch whose hair looked like a chicken's nest, Yang Ling let out a cold grunt and accelerated once again. He was confident that he would be able to catch up to them.
The severely injured Sea Dragon King had become a tiger with no fangs and was not a cause for concern. Even though the old witch seemed to have the abilities of a Mid-level Deity, her strength should be at the same level of that of the Chief Elder of the Templars and was no match for him in a one on one battle. Furthermore, without the restriction of the Space Bind, Yang Ling could summon his Magical Beast Army at any time.
With her strength being significantly depleted, it was clear who the victor would be!
What do I do?
Seeing Yang Ling get closer and closer behind her, the old witch was both alarmed and furious.
Just now, she had already exhausted most of her Divine Power in order to trap Yang Ling. Even if she were to cast the Space Bind and Gravity Space once again forcefully, the strength and radius of the techniques would be incredibly limited. Without the assistance of the many Sea Dragons, there was no way to trap the monster, Yang Ling. She was not a match for the powerful Great Demon King in a one on one battle either.
The outcome would be disastrous if Yang Ling were to catch up with her and surrounded her with a large group of Magical Beasts!
What do I do?
Is my only choice to be captured or killed by him?
Seeing Yang Ling close in on her, then looking at the boundless ocean, the old witch's heart sank further and further. She came up with an insane plan after clenching her teeth, once again casting a wind element Acceleration Spell on the Sea Dragon King under her, commanding it to charge straight for the Sea of Death near the Evil Demon Island.
The Sea of Death is perpetually covered by a thick fog and contained many hidden currents and corals. Many ferocious oceanic Magical Beasts lorded over the area. What was even more terrifying was that there would be whirlpools forming at unpredictable times, devouring any living creature around it. After being sucked into the whirlpool, even a Divine-level Expert would be instantly torn to shreds, much less an average person. The Sea Tribes classified the place as a terrifying forbidden area.
The Sea of Death occupied a huge area, with the heart of the area being several hundred times the size of the Magical Beast Territory. The area of its perimeter was even larger. Even if a person unfamiliar with the area did not get consumed by the terrifying Magical Beasts within after barging into the area, even if they did not encounter any of the horrifying whirlpools, it was extremely likely that they would lose their way inside, unable to make their way out their whole lives.
Evil Demon Island was situated at the outer periphery of the Sea of Death. Even though it was still a great distance away from the heart of the Sea of Death, it was also filled with peril. There was no way that people who were unfamiliar with the environment could approach it. It was precisely for this reason that the Sea Demon Tribe has gathered on the island, slowly regaining and improving their strength. If this were someplace else, they would have long been destroyed by the alliance of the Sea Tribes.
Left without a choice, the old witch had to take the risk, hoping to lure Yang Ling into the terrifying Sea of Death. Otherwise, even if she managed to, fortunately, make it back to Evil Demon Island, she would have to face an intense battle. After the Sea Demon King brought the elites to conquer the Dark Association, the people left on Evil Demon Island were no match for the Great Demon Lord Yang Ling!
The two parties were extremely fast, gliding through the air. Even though Yang Ling could use the Teleportation Portal or the Five Element Evasion Technique to instantly teleport to the side of the old witch and launch a surprise attack, Yang Ling was not in a hurry.
Evil Demon Island was five thousand miles away. No matter how fast they flew, they would not be able to make it to the island in a short span of time. Under the command of the old witch, the severely injured Sea Dragon King had to ignite its life force and soul to escape. Even though its speed in the short term was exceptional, it could not sustain it for long. The best time to launch a surprise attack was when the speed of the Sea Dragon King decreased drastically, and the old witch depleted her Divine Power after repeatedly casting the wind element Acceleration Spell!
It was just like hunting, continuously depleting the stamina of the prey before dealing the fatal blow at the critical moment!
One thousand miles, two thousand miles…
Just as Yang Ling had expected, as time dragged on, the injuries of the Sea Dragon King that had lost a lot of blood became even more serious, and the effects of burning his soul and life force gradually appeared. Its speed became slower and slower, and its consciousness became hazy. Its sense of direction became unclear, and it nearly plunged into the sea multiple times.
"Darn it, to the left, quick, speed up!" Once again, correcting the direction of the Sea Dragon King, seeing Yang Ling closing in from behind her, the old witch became more and more nervous.
"I already said, there's no way you can escape, go and die!" Yang Ling spoke as he took out the sharp Blood Elf Dagger from within his Space Ring, then locked in on the soul ripples of the Sea Dragon King. He suddenly teleported to the side of the Sea Dragon King, fiercely stabbing his dagger into the dragon's body.
Roar…
The Sea Dragon King was already exhausted, and could no longer maintain its balance in its intense pain. After letting out a pitiful cry, its body slumped downward and fell toward the vast ocean like a lost Boeing. The blood loss had severely depleted his stamina, and forcefully using draconic magic had nearly expended its life force!
Whoosh…
The old witch was merciless, quickly flying away without looking back at the dying Sea Dragon King. To her, time was of the essence. The outcome would be disastrous if she did not make it to the Sea of Death before her Divine Power got depleted!
"Follow me, and you will obtain a new lease on life!" Just as the Sea Dragon King was about to plunge into the sea, Yang Ling quickly rushed over, using a drop of his blood to subjugate the dragon. Counting the Sea Dragons he had subjugated just now, he had managed to subjugate fifty Sea Dragons who had mastery over both close combat and magic. There was now another powerful unit within the Magical Beast Army.
As a Mid-level Deity, even though old witch's close combat ability was not exceptional, her speed was not slow. In her mania, she vanished to become a small dot at the horizon in the blink of an eye, greatly pulling apart the distance between her and Yang Ling, who had stopped.
"Monster, he is definitely a terrifying monster!" Turning back to see Yang Ling capture the Sea Dragon King with just a few drops of blood, the old witch was immensely shocked, becoming more and more suspicious that Yang Ling was a great evil demon that had come from another dimension.
Throughout history, she had seen her fair share of powerful Summoners and had made terrifying old monsters submit to her. However, she had never seen a Summoner who was as terrifying as Yang Ling. She could still feel her scalp crawl when she thought about his strong body and alarming speed.
"You're rather ugly and ancient. But your speed is quite fast. You sure live up to your reputation as an old monster who refuses to die!" The old witch had just heaved a sigh of relief when Yang Ling teleported to her front using the Teleportation Portal, his sharp Blood Elf Dagger slicing toward her throat.
After locking in on her soul ripples, there was no way that the old witch could outrun him no matter how quickly she flew.
"Space Bind!"
Following a violent shout, a faint black vapor suddenly appeared in the sky, instantly slowing Yang Ling's body down. After that, the old witch's body flickered, eerily appearing several hundred steps away as she escaped in a hurry.
"Oh, Wind Evasion?" Yang Ling was shocked.
The teleportation technique the old witch had used to escape was different from the teleportation technique used in the continent. The ripples of energy that she had released in that instant were rather similar to the Wind Evasion of the Five Element Evasion Technique. Coupled with the Space Bind and Gravity Space, she was looking more and more like a strange Wizard. What made Yang Ling confused was that he could not sense any ripples of Wizard Power within the other party's body, no matter how hard he tried.
"That's weird. Could it be that the so-called Ancient Wizards of this world do not possess Wizard Power, or…" Yang Ling charged out of the radius of the Space Bind decisively, once again teleporting to the old witch's side. He shook the other party's soul with a Soul Explosion and slowed her down, using sixty-four times the gravity before fiercely stabbing her in the chest.
As long as he defeated this old witch and subjugated her soul to obtain her memories, all of his doubts would be made clear!
"Ah…"
After letting out a pathetic cry, the old witch turned her body to avoid Yang Ling's Blood Elf Dagger that was aimed at her throat, then used the Space Bind and Gravity Space to keep the terrifying Yang Ling busy before grasping on her wound and teleporting away once again. Perhaps she had sensed that Yang Ling had locked in on her soul, or perhaps it was her instinct. She used the rest of her Divine Power to continuously cast her Space Bind, blocking Yang Ling's detection of her soul.
"Hmph, let's see where else you can run off to!" After being unable to directly teleport to the side of the old witch because of the black vapor enveloping her, Yang Ling decided to chase after her directly. The other party was heavily injured, and the faster she flew, the more her Divine Power was depleted. There was no way she could run far.
Just like that, the old witch clutched on her wounds as she escaped in a hurry, charging toward the Sea of Death at any cost. Even though she had used her teleportation spell to avoid Yang Ling's fatal blow time and time again, the distance of her teleportation was limited, and there was no way for her to break free of Yang Ling's pursuit completely. As her injuries got worse, as her Divine Power got depleted, the situation was getting more and more dire!


CA mesmerizing female moonlight priest, a beauty of the darkness who captivates the soul of others… They all flood to his side!

With the help of the mysterious Wizard Power and terrifying Magical Beasts, Yang Ling had successfully created his very own divine path, at the same time enjoying fame in all parts of the world.

But as a Wizard, would he be able to avoid the mortal enemies of the Wizards back in the day -- The Lord and the Arbiter?
Let us wait and see...

The Witch was stunned for a moment at his lucky draw. With an unhappy face, she said, "Truth. Go ahead and ask."

"666(1), he really has dog sh*t’s luck(2). This guy actually stumbled into the Big King."

"Impressive, bro—you’re the first to beat the Witch!"

"Please ask what position the Witch likes!"

"I only want to know what type of man the Witch likes! Do I qualify?"

After Chu Xian picked the Big King and won, all the viewers made a riot in the chat and poked fun at the Witch.

"Are you still a virgin?" Chu Xian asked with a smirk.

The Witch was stunned for a moment. Glaring at him, she replied, "You tell me - I’m only eighteen. Of course I am!"

"Eighteen?" Chu Xian asked with disbelief. "You’re eighteen? No way!"

"What? Do you want to see my ID before you believe me? Let me tell you, I’m only a freshman in college; a genuine eighteen-year-old. How old do you think I am?!" the Witch said with an angry huff.

"Ok, ok. I believe you!" Chu Xian said without any sincerity, staring at her confusedly – with at least a C cup and such a great body, was she really only eighteen!?

"Humph! Just you wait," the Witch said with a glare. "Let’s continue; let me see if you can get so lucky the next time!"

"Then I’ll pick first!" Chu Xian said with a smile of confidence, reaching out and selecting a specific card.

The Witch watched his movements carefully, and as he picked the card, her expression changed. Chu Xian smiled, immediately flipped the card and said, "Sorry, Big King again. Are you still going to pick?"

"No need! I pick truth again!" the Witch said, gritting her teeth with some uncertainty in her heart.

With the roles reversed, Chu Xian mercilessly pressed on, "Who do you fantasize about sexually?"

"No one!" the Witch cried, grinding her teeth and glaring angrily, hating that she couldn’t devour him alive.

Chu Xian was amused by her and asked, "Are you sure there's no one? When you pick truth, you can’t lie!"

"I am 100% certain!" the Witch said with a miserable expression.

"A great god? Could the Witch have encountered a legendary god of gambling?"

"Picking the Big King twice in a row, this luck is heaven-defying! Brother, if you go *** there’s a chance the prostitute won’t charge you!"

"Haha! Look at Witch’s expression! This guy's too handsome – he’s the first to ever embarrass the Witch!"

The viewers all responded excitedly to Chu Xian’s second win.

"One more?" Chu Xian asked with a big smile.

"Of course, one more! Don’t think you’re a big shot just because you won twice with luck!" said the Witch, unwilling to back down. She shuffled the cards in her hand.

"Okay then, I’m going to pick first again," Chu Xian said. With his God's eye view, he easily located the biggest card and reached his hand towards it.

Even the Witch didn’t know where the Big King was after she shuffled the deck; she only remembered the position of the Small King and the King of Hearts.

Chu Xian picked out the Big King and gestured for the Witch to pick again. The Witch humphed and picked the small king, flipping it over while saying, "I don’t believe you have the Big King now."

"Sorry to disappoint!" Chu Xian said with a shrug as he flipped the card. "It’s still the Big King. You lose again; Truth or Dare?"

The Witch’s face darkened instantly and grinding her teeth, she said, "Truth!"

"Ok!" Chu Xian said with a smile. "Then I’m going to help the viewers ask a question, 'What kind of position do you like?'"

"You…" the Witch said, blushing with embarrassment and quivering angrily.

"It’s fine if you don’t want to answer; I won’t force you!" Chu Xian laughed lightly, a little embarrassed at the Witch’s expression.

"Haha, 666. God of gambling – this time the Witch has kicked a rock."

"I only want to know what position the Witch likes, so I can practice for her and master it!"

"Are you going to practice with a dog? So impressive, baby."

"I… I," the Witch stuttered and glared, "I’ve never even had it; you tell me how I’d know what position I like!"

"Heh," Chu Xian chuckled and decided not to press her any further. "Okay that’s fine, now I’ll ask you a simpler one. What’s your type?"

"As long as he isn’t like you then I’m fine!" the Witch said with a huff.

"Ha," Chu Xian laughed. "I guess that counts. Do you still want to play?"

"Yes! Of course I’ll play!" the Witch took back the Big King with a glare and shuffled the cards. "This time I pick first," she said, before immediately picking a card.

Chu Xian looked at the card in her hand and with a smile on his face said, "Since you shuffled, shouldn’t you let me pick first?"

"What? A grown man like you cares about these small things? Are you a man or not?" the Witch said shamelessly.

"I just think it's a little unfair!" Chu Xian said with a shake of his head. "You shuffled, picked first and just happened to pick the big King. How am I supposed to play? The right way to play is either you shuffle and I pick or I shuffle and you pick. Don't you think?"

The Witch’s expression kept changing. She was certain now that this man with a slightly shameless smile was a pro, much better than her.

"No way. You have to play with my rules. Hurry up, it’s your turn and you have to pick!" the Witch replied. She had been forced into a corner and could only uphold her position shamelessly.

"You already have the Big King in your hand; it’s meaningless for me to pick. This isn't fair!" Chu Xian said while shrugging his shoulders in defeat.

"Holy crap, look at the Witch’s expression. Looks like this big bro guessed right – this god of gambling! I can’t believe the Witch just stumbled into a gambling god, so amazing!"

"Haha! Now things are getting interesting. What's the Witch going to do next? Given her character, this guy is still doomed!"

"I support this big bro! It’s always been the Witch playing others; this time she finally failed and now she's the one being played."

All the viewers in the chatroom typed excitedly while the pretty girl with the tablet watched speechlessly.

"Then I won’t play," Chu Xian said with a firm shake of the head.

"You!" the Witch said, glaring at him, but she was powerless to convince him otherwise. Chu Xian was like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, reacting to nothing. She’d already acted shamelessly before, and now she couldn’t take it back.


A chance to change, challenge destiny, make dreams a reality, and live a legend! A regular man gains a system that allows him to turn into a fish! 
In the modern world, a young man gains an unconventional system that gives him the power to transform into a fish! With this strange power, he shoots for the stars!

The wolf was raised to be a fighter
To never let anything get in his way
To keep his territory to himself and don't trust anyone else to keep it safe..
While, not so far away there lived a witch
The witch did not trust many people like the Wolf.
But she feeds off of others.

While off on a walk one day, he ran into the witch
The Witch had long wavy hair and was in a garden picking flowers. 

The Wolf was so  blown away by her beauty that he could not help but stare
He has seen many witches before but for some reason, this one was different 
Not wanting to get caught, he hid himself away
But he was not able to stay hidden for long, 

What he didnt realise that every witch has her guard dog. 
The dog started to snarl at him 
His job was to protect his witch.
The witch turned, and saw her dog growling at a patch of tall grass

She stood and turned
"Who is there?" She screamed toward the werewolf
The wolf stood but he was not in his wolf form. 
He was in the form of a man. 
Once again, the wolf was amazed by the witch
"What are you doing here?"
The wolf looked the witch in the eyes. 
Her eyes seemed to have two different colors

The inner part of her eye was a dark brown then the outer part of her eye was a lime green
He has not seen anyone else like that
"I am just passing through, but I couldn't help but notice that you are picking flowers. Why are you doing that? "

She looked at him and smiled a little
"This is a medicine rose,  they can heal wolves like yourself. Come, let me show you."
The witch walked over to where the wolf stood and reached to grab his hand

But her dog started to growl. 
She smiled and turned toward her pup
With the hand that she was going to grab the Wolf's
She looked at her dog and pointed towards the ground
With that her dog stopped growling and laid on the ground

She turned around and grabbed his hand then led him to the roses
The witch kneeled down back down next to the flowers and started to pick them again. 
He watched her as she picked them 
She moved with grace and picked each one with care. 
Once again, he looked into her eyes.

Her eyes reminded him of a emerald
The way that the two colors mix together in her eyes.
It was nothing like he had ever seen before.
Suddenly, she winced and dropped a rose that she was holding in her hands
The witch started to clutch her hand to her chest.

"What happened?' He asked her with a look of concern.
The wolf grabbed her hand and saw a little blood run down her finger
" Dont worry about it," she said trying to change his point of attention.
But he didn't listen.
He held onto her hand, and with the other reached for a the cloth that she kept in her basket.

The wolf gently started to clean the blood off her finger
After he finished, he brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed the top of her hand. 
She blushed

The Wolf started to fidget with his hands
" You don't happen to belong to anyone do you?" 
The witch started to twist her hair around her index finger and look at him with curiosity.
"Do you belong to a pack?" 

She looked back at him with a smile on her face. 
"No,  I do not," She stood and faced him once again. 
"And me and my guard dog would be glad to join you."

A few months later, the wolf and the witch have been living together and things have been working out for them. 
He finds food, while she made sure he was taken care of.
During the time that they have been living together, their relationship changed.
He started to grow to love her
And she started to grow to love him.
Before they knew it their relationship changed from partners to lovers.
"Love," He said to her as he was cleaning up, "can you come here for a second?"
He waited a few minutes and there was no sign of her.
"Baby?"
He started to walk around their house, but there was still no sign of her.

The wolf looked all over the house but not yet in their room
Once in their room, he skimmed the room but didn't see her,
Until he looked at the bed
It looked like her side of the bed was occupied
The blanket was pulled up all the way.

He went to move the blanket but he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her.
Then he gently started kissing down her neck.
The witch then grabbed his shirt and slowly started to remove it.
Undoing his shirt button by button.

She did this slowly knowing that it would tease him.
It did tease him but it caused a little bit of his wolf to come out.
He picked her up by her upper thighs and carried her to the bed while gently kissing her.
After placing her on the bed, he slowly started to kiss down her body..
The witch loved every second of it, and at that moment she realised just how much she loved her wolf and how much the wolf loved her. 

After her shirt was removed, He started to kiss every square inch of her stomach and breasts.
He started to gently gowl, knowing that he was close to her and able to touch every inch of her.
"Don't move" he growled at her 
The wolf stood up and started to undo the button on his pants. 
The Witch smiled to herself, enjoying the moment.

The wolf immediately got back to what he was doing, not missing a inch of her soft skin.
He worked his way down to the top of her jeans,  He looked back up at her to seek her approval.
She nodded her head. 
After it was removed he continued to kiss every inch.
That was until he was ready to start what he has been longing for this whole time..

He removed his boxers and gently started to remove her panties.
"You ready?" he asked her gently.
Once again, she nodded her head.
With that, the things that he longed for suddenly became a reality..


The next morning, The wolf woke up to her sleeping soundly in his arms. 
He could not ask for anything more.
Trying not to wake her,the wolf gently laid her down on her side of the bed.
After making sure that she was still asleep, He got up to go make breakfast when he heard a knocking at the door. 
Unsure of how would knocking at their door this early in the morning, The wolf took his time answering the door. 

When he opened the door, there was a tall man in a dark uniform.
The man had an object under his arm.
"I heard a complaint that there was a wolf and a witch in the same house.. I hope that you know that a relationship between the two is forbidden. I will need to speak with the occupants of this house."
The Wolf knew that he did not care if anyone knew that he was with a witch. 
He loved her and wanted to protect her that is all that he knew.

"Yes, I am a wolf and yes there is a witch in this home. I am not afraid to speak out to anyone that I love her and that I always will.. She is my love and I won't let anyone take her from me." 
The words just slipped out of his mouth like water falls off a waterfall.
But he could not take it back, hsi goal is to protect his witch and that is just what he is going to do.

The man looked at the wolf with a stern look.
" You will be hearing back from us."
The man turned and started to walk back the way that he came. 
The wolf watched him as he left. 
Hoping that nothing bad will happen to his queen.

Over the next few days, The witch had started to be a little distant.
Whenever the Wolf tried to comfort her and ask her what is wrong she just pushed him away.
She wouldn't even let him into a certain 
He was starting to worry about her
She has never done this before
She even told him to go out and get some food for them and of course,
He did what he was told.
When he returned with food, to the house things seemed different.

He walked inside with a hint of curiosity, "What could be going on with my love?" 
He thought to himself as he walked into the back bedroom.
Their bed was made and there was a tiny little box sitting on the bed. 
The wolf gently picked up the tiny rectangular box and slowly started to open it. 
Once the bos was opened, he saw a note.
He unfolded it and this is what he read:

My love,
I'm sorry that I have been distant recently. I have had things going on that I was not ready to tell you.. But now, I am ready to tell you. Do you remember the room that I didn't want you to go into? I am giving you permission to now. I will be waiting for you in the room.


"What is going on with her?" he thought to himself before standing and started walking towards the room.
What has been keeping her busy?
Is it something that will hurt us?
Once he got to the door, he slowly pushed the door open.
Once inside the room, the wolf noticed that there was a huge difference to the room.
The rooms color was different
The room was a bright red with little animals painted on the walls.

There was things that were different but, there was one thing that stood out the most.
There was a baby crib in the corner of the room.
After finishing looking around the room, he sees his witch standing on the other side of the room. 
She slowly walked to him
She walked closer to him and hugged him.
"Baby, are you?....."
She pulled back and looked at him in the face.
She smiled and kissed him.
Tears started to stream down his face
From this point on
Things will be different 
For the both of them 
End of Part One




 

this is a poetry story.  the whole story is told in form of a poem.  includes young adult content

After killing the bunch of witch hunters, Damien and Penny made another round around the village before they came to the conclusion that these very people who were in their petrified state right now would be used as sacrificial people for the ritual that was going to take place tomorrow night. Time was scarce and they still had to find people in the list so that there would be less trouble being caused when the time came to stop the black witches from running the ritual to unlock the bound magic. 
"We need to catch the next witch hunter to get some answers from them. We don't know where the binding is taking place until now only that this village is under the spell," said Damien to her while sitting on the tree while scouting the village from a distance to make sure they didn't miss any new visitor. By the looks of it, so far the village appeared to be isolated that made it an easier subject to be attacked by the black witches. 
"What if there are other villages?" it worried Penny that there was more than one village in the land of Mythweald, "Why does it feel like somewhere in and around, there are officials who are helping the black witches."
"That is because they are," Damien said, moving his leg back and forth on the branch. Penny had taken herself to sit on the tree that reminded her of the time she had climbed the tree of Damien's order, "Creed was a councilman like any of us but he was a pureblooded vampire who had pretty good and decent connections around the lands so it wouldn't be surprising if you others being involved in this act."
"But why? I understand the woman who got executed. Humans always felt they were mistreated and were looked and frowned upon by the others," said Penny to him, "Why would a pureblooded vampire want to take part in it?" It was because if the black witches found power, they would come up in the hierarchy but they would also punish the pureblooded vampires along with the rest of the creatures who walked on these lands. 
She saw Damien looking at a distance, his face facing the village whilst he stared at the little houses and a medium-sized tower, 
"When the previous head council was killed by the witches and humans, they needed someone to replace and fill the position. The council members being eligible put their names and during that time, Councilman Creed was in a high standing position with enough credibility that could have given him an easy free pass to be the head council. It is many people's dream to be the head council, to be at the top, and to change things the way they want it to be."
"But he didn't get the position," Penny said, making the man smile. If he did, he would have been the head council now but he wasn't and not to forget he was dead, "What happened?" she asked Damien. 
"Aunt Isabell happened," Damien chuckled, "It had been many years since Aunt Isabell and Uncle had been married, and Rueben who was her friend, and his name was recommended for the position."
It was obvious that Rueben was given the position as he was still doing a fairly decent job. 
"Even though the man had credibility, it wasn't enough to secure his position in the council. I am guessing he turned spiteful over the matter, the rest is history as you know. Aunt Isabell's death and the rest of the events that followed through…" Damien's words trailed and he sighed, "People don't care at times on how their actions are going to impact in the future. They care about the momentary happiness and to finish and take what they can get. It is obvious he was going to be attacked by the black witches and maybe he had a plan or maybe he didn't but he is no more in the game. People you think who are important in the game as main players, in the end, turn out to be pawns who were only being used."
That was true, thought Penny to herself. For a man who was a councilman had been taken out of this whole act while the black witches were still running the show wanting to end it on their terms. 
She was looking around the village when something caught her eye and she pulled Damien's sleeve, "Look there. We have another visitor," she saw a woman who had walked into the village with the weapons that clearly shone under the sunlight right now. 
"Time to get some information," said Damien jumping down from the tree graciously like he was used to doing this and helping Penny down. 
They followed the witch hunter who was walking ahead of them as they followed her when she took a turn and followed her footsteps, they noticed the woman had suddenly disappeared. The witch hunter suddenly crept from behind and placed her crossbow on Damien's back.
"You think you can sneak up on me that easily?" she asked him and Penny turned around to meet the woman's eyes to see the slit eyes and her skin that had been turned. Under the rays of light, her skin shone in a particular way that reminded her of a snake. The woman had been either turned from a human to a black witch or the other way round, the bottom line being she was a black witch who was not on their side.
Damien raised both of his hands, "Drop your weapons," she said and he dropped it and on Damien's expression, Penny dropped her own crossbow that she had been carrying with her on the ground, "I didn't know we were going to have company, witch hunters," this meant she was a black witch. 
"What happened to the village?" Damien asked her and when he tried to move, the witch pushed the sharp edge of the arrow at his back. 
"Wouldn't you like to know. Where is the magistrate? I can't smell him," the black witch demanded, while she inhaled the air.
"Oh, him...apologies but the girl here killed him," Damien placed the blame on Penny that had her look at him in alarm. 
Just before the black witch could pull and dislodge the arrow into Damien's back, he quickly turned around and pulled the crossbow breaking it into two halves and giving it back to the black witch, "What an impatient black witch, there you can use it now."
The black witch appeared surprised. Seeing the strength of the man, the black witch quickly jumped away and ran in the opposite direction in a haphazard fashion. She ran in haste throwing everything in her way at them before jumping on to her broom that she had parked against one of the walls. 
"She's running away," Penny shouted while keeping up with Damien's speed as well as the black witch who had started to fly up in the air. Unlike them, Penny's stamina was still progressing and she would need months of training before she would be able to run that fast. 
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Note: If you want to have interview chapters for Damien, Penny and others, please leave your questions in chapter 26 of this book.


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.

I woke to the sounds of birds chirping outside an open window and sunlight streaming in across my face. I stretched and nearly jumped and fell out of the bed when a deep familiar voice spoke, "Looks like someone finally decided to wake up," Azriel's voice was like breathing after almost drowning.

"You're here" I nearly cried as I stared at him in disbelief. A nasty scar sliced through his left-wing. I climbed out of the bed and walked towards him. Reaching out I gently brushed my fingers over the scar. Azriel moaned as he tilted his head back. He grabbed my wrist to make me stop and pulled me into a hug.

I felt safe again. I smiled pulling in closer to him as his wings covered us. My hands roamed his chest as his roamed my body.

Someone cleared their throat from outside the protective cover of Azriel's wings. Azriel growled before reluctantly opening his wings to reveal Zirra standing with her arms crossed tapping her foot.

"What were you thinking! Leaving like that in the middle of the night!" she chastised me. I ducked behind Azriel's wing and smiled at her. Azriel cleared his throat and gave our nursemaid a hard look.

"Is the sorceress here?" He asked, his tone far more serious than I had ever heard it before. What Sorceress? I wondered looking back and forth between them as Zirra nodded.

"Good," Azriel gently wrapped an arm around me and led me out behind Zirra.

I had not been in the fae palace in seven years. The beautiful halls and ornate designs carved into them made the human palace look more like a large house than a palace. The once lively hallways were now eerily quiet.

As we walked into the council room a woman with fiery red hair and golden skin sat at the head of the table. Her eyes completely white and long black nails protruded from her hands, sharpened into points as sharp as an obsidian blade.

She was a witch. I took a hesitant step back. There was a reason our ancestors and the humans had hunted these creatures into near extinction. They were dangerous and there were few checks against their unlimited power.

"If we have any hope at breaking whatever hold the King has over you, we need her," Azriel hissed in my ear. I could only wonder how he had managed to convince a witch to help us so quickly, and what he had offered her in return.

Then there was the other chilling possibility. What if this witch was the same one you placed the curse on her binding her to the King, to begin with?

"I would never work with a human, girl. Rest assured I am not the witch that cursed you," The witch chuckled.

Hesitantly, I sat at the table beside Azriel. The witch held out her hands, motioning for me to place mine into her own. Reluctantly I did. I felt the power surge through me as soon as our hands touched.

The witch began chanting and I felt like I was pushed to the ground by an invisible force. I gripped her hands tighter.

Then it stopped. The witch let go and whatever hold she had on me was gone too. I looked at her skeptically. I prayed a silent prayer that she had not decided to curse me too.

"She has been linked to the King, much like the blood oaths your Knights take, yet hers was not a willing bond," The witch began speaking. "It also seems that your link to the king is what is keeping you from dropping the glamour you have up that makes you look human. He probably ordered you to appear human and, unable to defy an order, you obeyed."

"If we kill the king, will the link sever?" Azriel asked. The witch eyed him and nodded yes. Before Azriel could ask more the Witch spoke up.

"I am afraid if you kill the King before they are unlinked, she will die too," The witch shook her head, "Like your blood-sworn knights when you die the oath transfers to your heir. Her linking will either transfer to the King's son or kill her. Either way, she will not be free." The witch shook her head.

"There has to be another way," I leaned closer. The witch smiled and nodded her head, "Any spell that is made can be unmade, you just have to know the original spell. Get me that spell and the King and I can break it,"

"Then that is what we will have to do," Azriel rose from his seat and walked out of the room. I hurried after him, leaving Zirra behind as she thanked the witch. If I did not stop him, Azriel was going to do something that would end up getting himself killed.

We needed a plan, one that would not wind up with one or more of us killed for acting without thinking things all the way through. The plan I had in mind, Azriel was not going to like one bit.

"Sometimes I can not remember my name. Not until the large man I call King tells me it. Even then, I am not sure if it is my name or someone else's name. In the city, with the crowded streets and houses stacked atop one another, it is hard to breathe. Hard to think. It is always so hard to think. I know I must remember something but I can not. I am not allowed to remember. The King will be angry if I remember. I don't want to make the King angry."

Selene is the King's personal assassin. And in a world where magic is outlawed, she is cursed. Unable to defy the King's orders and unable to remember anything about herself, how could she ever escape?

When Selene starts dreaming about a male with amber eyes, and her memories start returning piece by piece, will it be enough to reclaim her freedom?

SALEM: Among witch hunters, there are some people we call headhunters. It was simple. To prove that he has done the job, a witch hunter would bring the head of the witch to his client. Then he'd collect payment.

A headhunter was someone who'd try to intercept a witch hunter on his way back and steal the head. If the client refused to pay the headhunter, then the headhunter could just claim the original witch hunter died in battle. Or some other excuse.

At first I thought Syrus and his wife might be headhunters. But I might be wrong. Because he had the drop on me. He could've killed me. But he didn't.

Either way, I should be careful with what I tell him.

Syrus and I stood under the porch roof of the abandoned trading outpost. Maybe before the Eisen King lowered the import tariffs, the owner of this place used to sit on this porch, in a rocking chair, watching the world pass by, greeting any merchant who wanted to trade. He'd exchange news and gossip. Hear the latest stories from Merkelborough. Share a drink. Watch the travelers go on their way.

It sounded like a solitary life. Unless he had a wife. But where do you find a woman who'd be willing to stay on this island under an ocean of stars? Maybe there is someone like that out there. A woman like Julia Abernathy. Someone who is perfect for an odd lifestyle.

Syrus said, "So, explain yourself."

He words sounded demanding, rude. But the way he said it was calm and even. Like he was just asking a simple question.

I told him that my client asked me to find a specific witch and to bring her in alive. I told him that this was an odd request, and then lied that the payment was paltry, but I accepted it anyway because the client was an old friend. I said that when we meet others, Elina and I pretended to be husband and wife. To make things easier.

Syrus raised an eyebrow. "And she corporates?"

I said, "For now, yes. But it isn't easy."

It isn't easy on my wallet. But I didn't say that.

"How did you capture her alive?"

"Knocked her on the head. Then put the gransia handcuffs on her."

"How did you get gransia handcuffs? No many witch hunters use those."

"I know a guy in Merkelborough. Specializes in smelting and smithing gransia."

A pause. A moment of thought. Then he asked, "Who is your client?"

The most important question. If he knew who the client was, then he knew who'd pay me. Then he could kill me.

I asked, "Any news from Merkelborough? I've been away for almost a month."

I looked at him. He looked at me. My message was simple: time for me to ask the questions.

It looked like he understood. Because he starting talking.

"News from the past month? There hasn't been anything significant. Just the usual. Merchants fighting, priests preaching, drunks drinking. But witch hunters these days are happy."

"Why?"

"Because there's been a surge in contracts."

"Why is there a surge?"

He shrugged. "I choose not to question money when I get it."

"That's a good way to live."

"It is." A pause. Then he said, "But there is something."

"What?"

"My wife, Julia, heard something from her contacts inside the Church of Deliverance."

I thought of the green eyed bastard and his friend. The armored horses. The insignia of the Church. Something strange was going on. Someone in the Church was making waves.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I don't know. She didn't tell me much. She just said the Church is making changes, making plans. I didn't ask her for details."

"She's your wife. Why didn't you ask her for details?"

"Because when you're married, you learn when to stop asking questions."

"??…?"

He said, "But if you really want to know, I could ask Julia."

The door opened in a flash. Someone stepped out of the hut. It was Julia.

She said, "Syrus, we're leaving. Now."

He said, "Wait, there is — "

"We're leaving. Now!"

I suppose marriage also teaches you when to shut up, because that's precisely what Syrus did.

He dutifully untied the horse and cart, and they rode off into the rain.

I turned and looked through the open door, into the hut, at the two smiling eyes glowing in the dark.

What the hell did Elina do this time?

There is someone who’s trying to kill me. He thinks that I don't know about him. He thinks it's going to be easy. But I have something he doesn’t. So let’s play a game. 

Elina is a witch. And she is bored. Turns out there is a downside to having the greatest magic in the world: it makes everything too easy. And when everything is easy, everything is boring. But when a witch hunter is sent after her, Elina decides to have some fun. Have him think he has the upper hand. And when he begins to bore her, well…

Salem is hired to find a girl. A special girl. A girl called Elina. It looks like an easy job. But when he finds her, things take an unexpected turn. Is he lucky or unlucky? 

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