Dominant Witches Apr 2026

The men exchanged glances. One of them, younger, bristled. “Now, see here—”

And somewhere, deep in the earth, the old magic stirred and smiled. Dominant Witches

Graves swallowed. Sweat beaded on his upper lip. “And if we refuse?” The men exchanged glances

Seraphina smiled. It was a predator’s smile—wide, serene, and utterly without mercy. She raised her left hand. Outside, the rain stopped. Not tapered off—stopped, mid-fall, hanging in the air like a billion frozen tears. Then, with a casual turn of her palm, she sent it blasting back into the clouds, which shredded apart to reveal a sky of violent, peaceful stars. see here—” And somewhere

“They’re here, High Witch,” a novice whispered, her voice trembling not from cold, but from the sheer gravity of the woman before her.