Chapter 335

“Wait,” King Cain said, gazing at Alaric. “Who are you? How do you know all this?”

“I am Alaric, leader of the Nightshade coven.” Alaric replied.

King Cain and Queen Lillian paled for that was enough for them to understand. Alaric was a witch!

They had once read from the ancient history books, the tales of Witches, Elves, The Shadows and many more. And among the tales of the Witches, there was one coven which stood out the most and was mentioned maybe a hundred times. The coven was so powerful, so feared, that it was spoken of with both awe and dread.

The Nightshade Coven. The strongest coven in existence before it was supposedly destroyed in a catastrophic war that turned the skies red and the rivers black.

But now, seeing Alaric, they knew. The Nightshades had not perished. They had merely hidden.

King Cain exhaled deeply. First it was Elves and The Shadows, then the fact that his son was pregnant. Now, there are Nightshade Witches. What next? Fairies?