Narabelle

In the shadowed corners of the world, where moonlight barely dared to tread, there existed a witch whose name was whispered like a curse: Narabelle, the Night Dragon, Unlike ordinary witches, her power did not come from potions or spells alone it came from souls.
Each victim she claimed added to her strength, weaving a tapestry of dark power around her like a living cloak. Her eyes glimmered with stolen lives, their whispers echoing in her mind
Narabelle, the Night Witch, devours all light neither Isterians nor the Dragon Knight could escape her grasp.
Continued to drift through the shadows, her power growing with each stolen soul. No one, not even Isterians,
could touch hers not because they were weak, but because darkness itself bowed to her will.