Red Witch
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Last published Thu, Jul 4, 2024
She was 10 years old when her mother died. She saw her stabbed on the chest with a knife. The dark handle is wrapped tightly for a firm grip. The blade, sharp and shining, has flames etched into it, glowing with a fiery light. A small red gem is set in the hilt with her mother's blood.
She promised to find the person that murdered her mother. While she's searching and seeking revenge, she discovered something about herself that no one can ever imagine with her capabilities.
With the ring her mother gave her, it leads her to the truth of who she really is.
A red witch vs A black witch
Life of Eloise Chantal Madragon. An Extraordinary girl.
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