Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

He's such a good little puppy. We reach the front door just as two warriors lead the two witches in. I remember Ariel. She's beautiful with long black hair with a few grey streaks. The witch next to her is gorgeous. She has long blonde hair, big dark blue eyes, and a body that suddenly makes me self-conscious. If we hadn't already marked each other, I'd take Wyatt to our bedroom and lock him up.

~ 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

Her own face. Someone had sketched her from memory. The drawing wasn't perfect. But it was unmistakably her. Her heartbeat slowed. Beneath the portrait, enormous black letters stretched across the page. “WITCH.” She blinked. Not once but twice. As though the word might change. It didn't. Smaller lines beneath the headline accused her of using forbidden magic to manipulate the Supreme Alpha. Of corrupting Blackwolf Manor. Of threatening the Moonborn bloodline. She read every word.

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.

She was holding a pencil as she talked to me. "Hi,Beth. What are you doing?” I asked her, curiously looking at whatever she was doing. Her aura was purple which meant concentration and there was also some yellow color around her. "I am drawing a picture of my family,” she informed me, not even looking up at me, which in some wolves eyes was a sign of disrespect, but I adored Beth so that didn't matter to me at all.

Or anything. “Wow, is that a drawing of him, you are something else.” Mrs Haughter said as she pulled my sketch pad off my lap and admired the drawing of Lucas I made. Drawing was one of my talents. Actually, it was the best thing I could do. Perhaps it was because of my werewolf senses, I could draw images of people unbelievably well. “What's that on his arm? Hmmn, it looks like something I have seen before...wait, is that the Bloodbond?"