Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

~ KATALEYA ~ “And you are certain that is what he said?” Uncle asks once again. I nod. “Yes. I understood his words completely, they were absolutely clear,” I answer. “So do you think that image that the witch drew was this Azarakh dude?” Ahren asks curiously. “Well, the image depicts the darkness consuming Enrique…” Raihana sighs. “Goddess, I wish I knew, it’s complicated.” “Maybe if I think enough, maybe I can make a vision come to me. I’ve done it before when I thought about something,” I suggest as Delsanra taps her chin.

I level the female across the room with a glare. “That was rather crass,” Alexander observes evenly, “even for a witch.” This is the witch? Why are witches always portrayed as old and ugly? This one is young and drop-dead gorgeous. Though I would love to change the gorgeous part with a lot of slow mutilation right about now. The witch lets her gaze visibly linger on Alexander’s hand around my waist, then my glare. She laughs. Loudly.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

Helena started chanting a spell to summon a good witch who would help her, whoever the good witch was, as long as she was in the same place with her and also with a decent distance. A calm wind began to come from Helena's voice, the wind blew warmly from the front of her. Helena managed to summon the good witch, she heard it. "Thankfully, someone will help Axton to fight that greedy leader!" From a distance Helena saw a witch who would help her but she was surprised because the witch was different from other witches who only used their legs to walk by having limited power, in contrast to this one witch. She has a very beautiful face, white skin, small pink lips, white eyes and eyelashes , ev

"I'll ask a student to bring it. Give me a moment." Minutes later, a student arrived with the drawing and carefully handed it over to Mrs. Whitman, who passed it to Liam. One look he gave to the picture, and his eyes went wide, the colour bleeding from his face. It was an inanimate painting of a female figure, its back turned, with silvery hair cascading down her back, bare and bathed in some sort of mystic light. She sat at that mountain stream, both serene and powerful, with an aura of mystery about her.

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..

Why would I have such twisted thoughts suddenly? I shook the thoughts from my head, opening the notebook. The first thing I’ve noticed was the word ‘bitch’ , but a funny drawing captured my eyes, a laugh escaped my lips. “Andy can be childish sometimes” I mumbled, looking at the witch with green eyes and red hair she drew just below the word ‘bitch’. I started to turn pages, narrowing my eyes as I glanced at the sketches. This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem.

The way some of the quieter kids flinched when certain footsteps approached. I knew the signs. I’d lived them. My tail lashed once, sharp enough to make the nearest pup squeak and hide behind a stuffed wolf. “Miss Nyx?” The little bandaged girl was back, holding up her drawing from earlier. “For you. Because you have a tail like a dragon.” It was me—crude purple horns, red eyes, black wings I definitely didn’t have, and a long violet tail curled protectively around a circle of smaller wolves.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves. They had already caused us to lose a lot of men and they seemed to be growing in number. I attacked with all my strength defeating four of the witches but they were still coming, I had to descend from the sky when I began to grow weak. I was using too much of my power as it was. I picked up a spear and continued my attack when I reached the ground, I watched as Declan was tearing people limb by limb and snapping them in two like twigs. I lost concentration for a second and as soon as I turned back, I was blasted away by a Witch.