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- August 18, 2025

Novella pt #1#/ --- The Witches’ Rivalry A Novella in Three Parts --- Part I: The Circle of Fire The clearing in the Ashenwood was bright with moonlight, though no stars dared shine overhead. Three figures stood in a triangle, each separated by a space of silence heavy with envy. Rowena, with a mane of flame-red hair that caught every flicker of the moon, stood in the north. The earth itself seemed to rise beneath her feet, lending her the strength of roots and soil. Selene, her golden locks glowing like a halo, stood in the east. Youngest of the three, her beauty was whispered of across villages, her laughter compared to bells, her eyes carrying the light of dawn. Morrigan, cloaked in shadows with her jet-black hair streaming like a storm, stood in the west. Her spells were said to taste of iron and smoke, a dangerous dance of power too dark for most hearts to bear. Between them, the air hummed with desire and bitterness. They were bound not by sisterhood nor by coven law, but by the ...

SISTER'S BETRAYAL pt 3

- August 17, 2025

--- Sister’s Betrayal – Part 3: Ashes in the Garden By Ernest Leonard Sr. The scent of burning sage hung heavy in the garden, though it did little to cleanse the air of its tension. Cracks splintered the sacred circle, the same one where the sisters once danced barefoot under the moonlight, whispering old chants and secrets. Now, the soil bore the scorch of broken oaths. Liora stood still in the center of the ruin, her hands trembling. Her cloak clung to her, damp with sweat and smoke. The High Priestess stared at her with the cold stillness of judgment, her silver circlet catching the firelight. “I never meant for Elowen to be hurt,” Liora whispered, her voice barely rising above the wind. The Priestess’s face hardened. “You invoked blood magic,” she said, her tone sharp as obsidian. “Jealousy is not an excuse, child. You let it poison the rite. You severed the balance.” Behind them, under the sheltering limbs of the old Rowan tree, Elowen lay still. Her aura, once radiant, was now ba...

Here’s Part 1 of your three-part novella. I’ll set it up with vivid description, dramatic tension, and sensory details (visual and auditory) to immerse the reader in Ashira’s struggle.---The Crown of ShadowsPart I – The Betrayal of AldorethThe wind howled across the cliffs of Aldoreth, carrying with it the brine of the Hytqus Ocean and the whisper of ancient magic. Beneath the endless sweep of stars, the kingdom’s capital—spires and towers of black stone—rose like the bones of some long-dead giant. Ravens circled in the night sky, their cries sharp and foreboding, as though heralding the storm that had come to claim the throne.Ashira stood upon the precipice, the storm-woven cape at her shoulders billowing like a living thing. Sparks of violet fire licked around her armored frame, the remnants of the spell she had cast to reach the battlefield in time. The weight of her sword, an heirloom of her bloodline, vibrated faintly in her hand as though it, too, thirsted for justice.Somewhere beyond the valley, deep within the walls of Aldoreth’s palace, her half-sister Selene sat upon the throne. In her hands rested the Crown of Dabora—forged in the elder days by sorcerers who communed with gods. The crown was no mere ornament. It pulsed with a power that shifted the will of men, bent armies to kneel, and unraveled the heart’s most sacred oaths.Ashira clenched her jaw at the thought. She could still see his face—Kaelen, her beloved—eyes gone cold, voice turned cruel, as though she were a stranger. Selene’s spell had twisted his love into devotion for her. That betrayal burned hotter than any sword wound.---Scene 1 – The Palace at DuskThe bells of the citadel tolled at dusk, their metallic clang echoing across stone streets. Shadows bled from the corners of the city as Selene ascended the throne room dais, her figure draped in crimson silk. Atop her brow, the Crown of Dabora shimmered with an unnatural brilliance, like firelight trapped in jewels that refused to die.“Let them come,” Selene murmured, her voice resonating like two voices layered as one. The guards—eyes glazed with magical thrall—slammed spear butts upon the marble in unison. The sound reverberated like a heartbeat of war.---Scene 2 – The EncampmentAshira’s loyalists gathered on the mist-slick fields beyond the city walls. Torches sputtered, casting wavering light upon banners marked with the sigil of Aldoreth’s true line—a raven in flight, wings outstretched against a crescent moon. The soldiers’ voices were hushed, their whispers carrying unease.Ashira moved among them, the scrape of her armor and the low hum of her magic leaving trails of sound in the dark. She paused by the fire, her hair catching its orange glow. “Tonight, we take back not only a kingdom,” she said, her voice rising above the wind, “but the souls bound in chains of deceit.”The soldiers responded with the rhythmic clash of steel on shield—clang, clang, clang—a defiant chorus that rolled into the night.---Scene 3 – The DreamSleep eluded Ashira, but when it came, it came heavy. In dream, she stood within the palace throne room—Kaelen before her, his eyes glassy and void. He reached for her, lips parting to whisper her name, only for Selene to step between them.“You cannot break the crown’s will,” Selene hissed, her voice like serpent-song. The sound of it coiled in Ashira’s skull, leaving a bitter echo.Kaelen’s voice followed, broken and hollow: “I do not love you, Ashira. I never did.”She woke with a gasp, sweat cold upon her skin. Her sword at her side glowed faintly, as though it too had dreamed the same nightmare.---Ending of Part 1The night waned into violet dawn. Mist clung to the hills, and the city of Aldoreth loomed before her like a fortress of shadow. Ashira tightened her grip upon her blade. The war for crown, kingdom, and love would begin before the sun reached its height.“Selene,” she whispered to the winds.And the winds whispered back, carrying the sound like a dirge: Selene.The ravens screamed overhead, wings black against the newborn light.---👉 Would you like me to keep Part 2 focused on Ashira’s battle to breach the city and confront Selene, or shift into Kaelen’s perspective under Selene’s enchantment, showing the spell’s effects from within?

- August 17, 2025

Here’s Part 1 ; ALDORETH UNBOUND --- The Crown of Shadows Part I – The Betrayal of Aldoreth The wind howled across the cliffs of Aldoreth, carrying with it the brine of the Hytqus Ocean and the whisper of ancient magic. Beneath the endless sweep of stars, the kingdom’s capital—spires and towers of black stone—rose like the bones of some long-dead giant. Ravens circled in the night sky, their cries sharp and foreboding, as though heralding the storm that had come to claim the throne. Ashira stood upon the precipice, the storm-woven cape at her shoulders billowing like a living thing. Sparks of violet fire licked around her armored frame, the remnants of the spell she had cast to reach the battlefield in time. The weight of her sword, an heirloom of her bloodline, vibrated faintly in her hand as though it, too, thirsted for justice. Somewhere beyond the valley, deep within the walls of Aldoreth’s palace, her half-sister Sel...

Sisters Betrayal 2

- July 22, 2025

--- Sister’s Betrayal – Part 2 By Ernest Leonard Sr. Posted on mysticalwiles.blogspot.com The sky above Willow Creek hung low and bruised, streaked with clouds that hadn't moved in days. Magic was heavy in the air—Elara could feel it tugging at the corners of her mind like cobwebs spun from bitterness and blood. She stood at the threshold of the Grove of Binding, her grandmother’s amulet clutched tight in her hand. It pulsed faintly, warm against her skin—a charm of protection, but also of truth. Elara would need both. For deep within the grove waited her sister, Seraphina, who no longer walked the path of light. As Elara stepped between the black oaks, whispers stirred—echoes of old spells and broken promises. Each step brought memories: Seraphina laughing as they danced under Beltane fires, Seraphina weeping when their mother passed, Seraphina disappearing into the woods one stormy night, never quite the same after. Now, her sister had poisoned hearts and bent minds. Lovers had t...

SISTER'S BETRAYAL pt 1

- July 20, 2025

In the quaint town of Willow Creek, nestled deep in the heart of the forest, lived two sisters who were as different as night and day. Elara was known as the good witch, her powers rooted in healing and protection. She was beloved by all in the town, her gentle nature and kind heart earning her the trust and admiration of the townspeople. Her younger sister, Seraphina, was a much darker witch, her powers steeped in manipulation and seduction. She was envious of Elara's popularity and sought to overshadow her sister at every turn. Despite their differences, the two sisters had always been close, their bond unbreakable or so Elara thought. One fateful night, everything changed. Seraphina's jealousy and resentment boiled over, leading her to betray her sister in the most heinous way possible. Using her dark magic, Seraphina seduced the men of the town, twisting their minds and hearts to her will. The once peaceful town of Willow Creek was thrown into chaos as relationships crumble...

Betrayal !!¿

- July 16, 2025

Title: Ashes of Inheritance Part II: The Witchthorn Betrayal --- Alexi didn’t remember standing. One moment she was half-dreaming in the fog of her feverish bones, the next she was face to face with her aunt—Elira—who clutched a mirror that bled shadows and dripped with stolen power. The air buzzed with invisible wasps. Her magic. Hers. Being drained. "You lied to me," Alexi said, voice low but not afraid. "All these years. You lied about everything." Elira's face didn’t twitch. “I gave you everything, child. Shelter. Food. A name. You were a burden I bore for the good of the Craft.” “My mother was your sister.” “Yes. And she stole what was mine,” Elira spat. “That birthright should have been mine. I studied longer. Bled more. She just... glowed and it came to her. Like you. You shine without effort. It's disgusting.” A cold wind swept through the room. Alexi didn’t move, but the temperature dropped with her breath. From behind the cracked mirror, Mara peeke...

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