witches of brooklyn graphic novel

Experiencing life as a warden in a different world is quite the journey, to say the least. Thieves, pirates, assassins, master deceivers, terrorists... Werewolves, vampires, witches, necromancers, succubi... Welcome to the Rose Iron Prison, where the most dangerous witches from around the world are gathered. "I am determined to make this the best model prison in the world!" declared a prison guard who had crossed over to this alternate realm. "Warden, there's been another jailbreak!" "Bring them back and throw them into solitary confinement." Today at the Rose Iron Prison, it's another peaceful day. The warden remarked, "I'm just diligently managing my prison, how did I become a big shot in a different world?"

Andrew traveled across the magic continent. With a low talent, he unlocked the Witch Cultivation system. After completing the task of unlocking the witch, he could upgrade and obtain the element ability of the witch. You gained 100 points of experience from the Fire Spirit witch, Evelyn's fondness for you +10 points, and unlocked the fire element 10 fold attack. You gained 100 points of experience from the witch of the storm, Taylor's fondness for you +10 points and unlock the windstorm tornado. The witches were not only beautiful but also sexy and charming. Each of them could destroy the world. As their host, Andrew was busy making love with them every day. Andrew had become a unique existence in mage. When others were still diligent in their study, he had become a big tutor mage that everyone admired through breeding witches. When he became the public enemy of the aristocrats on the continent, all the witches destroyed a country, and he became the supreme god of the world of magic!

"Are you tired of being a mere mortal? Weak with no strength to fight back? Always at the mercy of fate? With this contract, you'll gain the power to bend reality to your will. You'll be a witch, a master of the arcane, feared and respected by all who cross your path. Make your choice… time's wasting". Ethan Blake was transported to another world, unlike the rest who were, he was deemed unfit to be a hero due to his lack of magic. Scorned and bullied by the rest, Ethan was soon labeled the false hero, and brought to the low level of a slave. He was met by danger, at the verge of death, when he was suddenly blessed with a power, one that granted him the ability to turn maidens into witches. With this new power, Ethan will now walk the world, knowing he has the power to change his faith and everything around him. N:B- The synopsis doesn't really do justice to the novel, please give it a go and decide for yourself if it's good or not. The main harem is around 3-5 girls, but be warned, they don't all come at once, as i don't want to to be cliche. There will be some steamy scenes and also heartbreak, thrilling and wholesome ones too, so get ready!.

jenny born from great witch family, who has one son and one daughter, jenny is third child, jenny want to freedom from magical realism but she has follow the magical law and become a servant of non- limit sealer. her mother is famous witch, but her ego is higher for love of daughter, jenny was limit for magic power, because of the magical war, human effect by them, some human also effect by them, but some evil magician hunt limit sealer., as for the law 3rd child of magician alway an limit sealer. but jenny was attack by black witch.

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]

"Hopefully we will meet again, Nesa. That's my request, " Nesa Zemora's life changes after meeting a strange man in her dream. Starting from when he found his father's wand, which is similar to the wand belonging to the man in his dream, he was thrown into a world very foreign to him, Irisbow, the world of color wizards. "Your birth was a mistake, DIE!" Nightmares started coming to him after Nesa came to Irisbow, but he was determined not to give up. He will unravel riddles about himself. . . . This book is participating in a win-win competition, please support and cooperate so that we can get a bonus together.

The peace of a kingdom depends mainly on its ruler, but this balance, however competent the monarch, does not last forever. When a race already forgotten by the annals of the history resurfaces, the balance of all things is in danger of being altered. Chaos and darkness are doomed to descend on the land that has long forgotten the pain and loss of war. Who will be those who threaten the peace that reigns? Who can stop the pain of war? * * * Who am I? Well... I have no idea *laughs* Where did I come from? I can't answer that either, I don't even know what I am to be more exact, my mind is blank and when I try to remember there aren't many results... I can only tell you that something is happening, something big and menacing is approaching, and for some reason I am involved in all of this. What to do now? Alright... To tell the truth, I haven't thought about it yet, I think I'll take a nap and then I'll make a decision, good luck to you if you want to burn your neurons trying to find a solution *yawn* I'm going to sleep and don't wake me up! *closing door*

Long before the contemporary times, in the olden days of Africa, every male child born at dusk were used for sacrifice to appeal the witches. Although this act met resistance from the villagers who begged and sought-after salvation from the oppressive tradition of child sacrifice, nonetheless, the practise continued for centuries upon centuries until one very day, when King Oranmiyan, who was unable to produce a male offspring, became fortunate to bear his very first and last Prince. Even though the prince was born at dusk, everything changed when he failed to offer his son's life as a sacrifice as the culture had demanded. The witches grew angry and chaos began. WARNING: Parental Guidance is advised. contact: via Instagram @Sam_crowned1 Via Twitter @Sam_crowned Via Facebook @samcrowned via Discord @sam-crowned00#2457 Join my Facebook group @Sam-crowned's Fiction Hub facebook Group link https://www.facebook.com/groups/2719178858396539/?ref=share

A storyline where a child without any magic attribute, where in the world they are currently living in, those people who have no magic at all are considered as zero class or a lowest magic class where they will even be very poor. and many are starving because in this world requires magic at least first class magic to work. Magic of the fifth grade or the highest is a magic that not just anyone can possess, Felso is a seventeen year old boy without magic attributes which is the rarest magic and gets a summoning spell book with a class that exceeds fifth grade, where This magic is a very powerful magic. Can Felso become the top magician in the world, this is the storyline he will go through.

"My sweetest little treasure, don't be naive, you are either damned or dead in here, so now be good and scream your loudest for me." Persephone [Psyche] Charming found herself sent away into a strange highschool for troubled teenagers after commiting a crime worthy of hell back home. Soon enough the Witch began to realize these troubled teenagers were more dangerous than the worst of criminals. Especially the Crescent brothers who were more monstrous than animals. °°° "No, whatever you're gonna say, no, not now, not ever. Also get out of my room you psychopath, you'll get blood all over my sheets…. Why is there blood all over you?" She could no longer control her urge and asked. He really looked like a mess. So much blood that Persephone felt it was his. His face had a tear, and his hair was just…. Well that hair was always looking messy. At her words that smirk died. Replaced with a lost look. "Hm, you're being nosy." He said, coolly. "....." Persephone deadpanned. "You broke into my ROOM." She couldn't help the incredulity that filled her voice as she said those words. The reddish eyelashes fluttered, and then slowly but surely the eyes were opened. It was worse than expected. His red eyes were bloodshot, hurt, so many emotions going in a long and horrible roller coaster.  Persephone always thought Caspian was a straightforward person. Everytime she met him, he would always say or do whatever came to his mind. He looked like he was mad at everything whenever he was around, because he couldn't be bothered to hide his emotions. This kind of open person, when they were hurt, it was too obvious for the world to see. Persephone's throat bobbed as she swallowed. She didn't know why she was aggrieved by the hurt in his eyes. Anytime they crossed parts one way or the other Caspian always threatened her. Seeing the cool smirk on his face all those times, Persephone hoped it would be knocked off his face, but literally seeing that arrogant look away from his face, Persephone's heart was pumping really fast. This time she couldn't control her brain from allowing her hand to reach out towards Caspian, her fingers sinking into the mop of hair for the first time. Despite the unsettlement she felt at his hurt, she couldn't help the wave of satisfaction and the tremors of shudders that traced up her spine as her fingers sank into his hair. It was so silky, as she imagined it would be, so soft, it would entice anyone to keep touching. She has fallen down the rabbit hole so it couldn't be helped as she combed her fingers through his hair softly, her skin enjoying the tickling and electric feeling of petting his hair. She stiffened when she heard his sigh. It was actually not a sigh…. If she heard it correctly it was a moan, a soft and gentle moan. Persephone felt something thick had obscured her throat from swallowing as she heard the sinfully soft moan. She peeked away from the hair to his face. His eyebrows dipped into a furrow but the curve and contort of his features couldn't be misunderstood….. This was a look of satisfaction. "What happened to you?" She sounded like she had choked out the words. The reply was a bit late but it came. "I shouldn't have come here." Seeing the way she was petting his hair, enjoying every minute of it, enjoying him enjoying every minute of it, she indeed concurred that he should not have come to her. But she said, "But you did." A hand descended on the back of her head. "Yeah, I did." [Mature Content] [Slow burn]