The moon loomed swollen and red over Badalghati, blanketing the ancient valley in a strange glow. In the heart of the forest rose the Blackstone Manor, home to the most feared witches ever born — Kanika and Tara.
They were step-sisters, raised under the same roof but shaped by very different fates.
Kanika, the elder, was brilliant, beautiful and terrifyingly powerful. From childhood she bent magic to her will with ease — fire obeyed her, wind bowed to her, and shadows moved when she commanded.
Tara, younger by four years, watched from the corners of every room — insecure, jealous, overshadowed. No matter what she did, was unable to beat Kanika in power and witchcraft. No one cared for Tara, except when comparing her to her sister.
Even as girls, their differences were clear.
Kanika loved power — not for protection or wisdom, but for domination. She studied the darkest books, the forbidden scrolls, and the runes that even their elders feared to touch.
Tara loved recognition — she craved attention, status, applause, and respect. But as long as Kanika existed, Tara was invisible.
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The Path of Darkness
When Kanika turned twenty-one, she uncovered something that changed everything —
a secret ritual said to grant a witch limitless power.
But power had a cost.
The ritual demanded the life of a mated werewolf — someone whose bond was sealed by destiny itself. The magic born from breaking such a bond was almost inexhaustible.
Tara watched in horror as Kanika first executed the ritual.
Kanika hunted a mated pair of wolves — a warrior and his mate. In the black moonlit woods, she killed them mercilessly. Their pain, their bond tearing apart, soared into the air like smoke… and Kanika inhaled it like life itself.
Her aura exploded, and her powers multiplied tenfold.
That night, Kanika crossed a line she could never return from.
And Tara saw it — the coven now feared Kanika more than they loved her.
Kanika was unstoppable… and she knew it.
She began targeting more mated wolves — leaving trails of blood across supernatural lands. Every sacrifice fed her power. Every life made her stronger.
The world of witches and werewolves trembled under her name.
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The Breaking Point
Tara was no saint — she also desired power — but even she could not ignore what Kanika was becoming.
Where Kanika walked, destruction followed.
Where Kanika smiled, someone died.
Tara tried to confront her once.
"Sister, this is madness. You're killing innocents."
Kanika only laughed. "Innocent? Power decides innocence. And I will soon rule everything — witches, wolves, humans… everyone."
There was no fear in Kanika anymore — just ambition.
The coven elders tried to stop her, but she slaughtered them.
No one could stand in her way.
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Tara's Decision
Jealousy had always lived inside Tara like a poison.
But now something else joined it — fear for the world.
Even if Kanika ruled, Tara would remain a shadow.
Even if Kanika died, the world might fall with her.
Tara did the unthinkable — she secretly joined forces with supernatural clans beyond the coven: rogue witches, vampires, warlocks, hunted werewolves… anyone desperate enough to bring Kanika down.
It was the first time Tara was truly seen — leaders listened to her, planned with her.
For the first time in her life, Tara wasn't invisible.
Together they designed a trap — a ritual strong enough to cancel Kanika's magic and bind her body.
The trap worked.
Kanika was surrounded in the middle of a bloodmoon night, her own magic reflected back to her.
She struggled, screamed, cursed — and was finally struck down.
As she fell to the forest floor, her eyes locked with Tara's.
"You think you won? I never die, Tara. I will return… and I will take everything from you."
Before Tara could speak, Kanika's body burst into black fire and disintegrated — leaving nothing behind.
Her final curse echoed through the forest like thunder:
"You cannot kill power. I will be reborn."
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The world celebrated Kanika's death.
But Tara… Tara didn't feel victory.
People still feared her. No one admired her. Even after saving the world, she lived in Kanika's shadow — because everyone whispered:
"One day, Kanika will return."
And so a prophecy was born —
After a decade, under the Blood Moon, Kanika shall be reborn.
Tara clenched her fists.
She had killed her sister to escape her shadow…
but destiny laughed in her face.
Kanika would return.
And this time, Tara would make sure the reborn Kanika did not become stronger than her…
She would shape her into a weapon of darkness — loyal only to Tara.
And thus, the greatest hunt in supernatural history began…