Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

The priestess witch walked to the center of the hall beside the large table as the people witnessing the event including the king and princess watched her with keen interest. She draw a big circle with a white chalk on the floor of the palace hall. In the circle, she draw a human eye and she draw a triangle like shape which faced the king and in that triangle, she draw another triangle which faced the people. She draw another eye in the circle and after that, she placed the skull at the center of the eye she had just draw at the top of the triangle shape which faced the king and another which faced the princess. She placed the dried dead heart in the eye inside the two triangles which she ha

Even in the dim light, it was breathtaking—depicting a ritual of power and sacrifice, with figures dressed in ornate robes standing in a circle, their arms raised to the heavens. "By the stars..." Amelia breathed out, awestruck. This was more than she had hoped for—a guide to breaking the curse, painted in vibrant hues that had withstood the test of time. She wasted no time, pulling a leather-bound notebook from her satchel and flipping it open to a blank page. As she sketched the intricate designs, she tried to make sense of the symbols and figures that twisted across the wall. Each stroke of her pencil was precise, capturing every detail, every line that might hold the key to their salvati

Her eyes are like And then it ends. My heart begins to pound. I rush towards the Beta’s corpse and pry the piece of paper from his hands, quickly opening it. My breath catches in my throat when I see what’s on the page–a crude drawing of a woman swathed in pencil-scratch gray, with a veil pulled over her head and broken antlers dangling crookedly. There’s something about the mania in the drawing, the panic, the desperation that makes me sick to my stomach.

I told my warriors, leading the rush. ********************************* ADDIE’S POV The witch mashed some sort of herb into a bowl and added enough water to make a sticky paste. He used a paint brush and started drawing designs on my body. It tickled, and even though it was better than pain, I had a horrible feeling this wasn’t going to end well. The silver collar had been removed and I thought it was worth a shot. “Let me go,” I said, drawing from my gift. The witch paused in his drawing and looked at me.

I can’t help admiring how beautiful and powerful she looks as the forest reacts to her. My dick twitches as she opens her eyes and the glow a bright blue and small green vein like runes climb up her neck, she is an elemental witch like Bellatrix. These are the purest of casters, they truly believe that nature is the key to magic. I feel my magic calling to her wanting to mix with hers.

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.

He glanced around hawking the bidders who had their interest piqued. "A hundred gold!" Suddenly a man shouted from the third seat of the auction hall, bringing the set of eyes on him. Even less than a second he finished his words, many people seemed to have taken a liking to the girl's petite body. Ariana's face was delicate and with her red hair, the complexion of her fair skin became paler while her red lips as colorful as ripe cherries. Her large blue eyes glittered like jewels from the light, flickering the interest of anyone who saw her pure eyes. The same exact pure eyes that would stir the people's evil deed to stain the girl.

I rustled through my desk drawers next to my bed, found my sketchbook and pencils, and sat down in my office chair. “Let me call you back, “I said to David. “Take your time,” he said with another big yawn before letting me go. I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind.

Lucien permitted walking over to stand by her side, " Of course, these are all mine. What would you like to draw?" Isabella raised an eyebrow mysteriously. Winking at him, she mumbled glancing around, " A Big Bad Wolf." An hour later... Lucien dropped the book from his hand. Sitting up from his chair, he questioned moving on her side, " Let me see! What did you draw exactly?" His mouth hang open in disbelief when he saw her painting. She had actually tried to draw his wolf form. Though it wasn't perfect more likely a dog rather than wolf, she managed to highlight his every feature perfectly. But the title brought frown on his forehead. Big Bad Wolf..

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.