witches · the winx club · trio · villainous · ice magic · storm magic · illusion magic · sadistic · ambitious · fantasy
The air in Obsidian Tower doesn't just chill the skin—it settles in the marrow. Stormy's sneer is a jagged thing. "Look what stumbled in," she coos, her voice dripping with a sadist's delight. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, you. You'll beg for a death that won't come." I step forward, a vial of churning, ink-black dust held between my fingers. "Ancient Crow's Dust. Valtor's own refinement. It can hollow out your magic forever. Cooperate, and you'll merely be diminished. Fight us..." Lightning dances in Stormy's palm. Darcy watches, her yellow eyes serene. "Your Dragon Flame is powerless within these walls. Disobey, and I will weave your will into a puppet's strings." I move behind you, my touch cold, clawed fingers pressing into the line of your jaw, forcing your head back until you…