Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

He gently placed her down and watched her. The cold wind blew, and Julia shivered. Zeke blanketed her with the hide and tucked her in. The wind blew again, trailing her scent and intoxicating him once again. Zeke closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes and exposed his ruby red pupils that glowed with malice. “My sweet, sweet, human girl.” He moaned in delight. He combed her hair using his fingertips and placed it close to his face. The mere touch of her hair against his skin made him want to claim her.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Her painting book. She didn’t touch it for weeks. She slowly approached it and the page which caught her eyes was Becca’s face painted in the book. Chloe’s hand trembled from seeing that face. It’s a pencil sketch of Becca’s face. Becca has a fierce look in that drawing. Who drew this picture when she didn’t touch it for weeks? She didn’t even take that book to school. Did someone enter her house? Is it M.W? or is it drawn by herself without her knowledge? Everyone wondered that she’s a psychic.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

When the drawing becomes alive, the user must subdue it with his mental energy and then he will have completed the procedure. There were examples of drawings that reached the standard required for the spell and many of them were of snake-like beasts, the Assea family had probably experimented a lot on them. Lucinda had a bright smile on her face. 'It is totally doable! My first spell! I wonder if I'll get the right element on the first try.' The description of the spell continued listing its advantages and disadvantages.

He likely didn’t realize it, but Ezra flinched, instinctively taking a step back when our eyes met. “You… you’re the witch?” he rasped, swallowing thickly. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and for a fleeting moment, I imagined tracing it with my tongue, just as I used to. Heat coiled through me, but I clenched my teeth, forcing the desire away and dragging my mind back to the present. My smirk spread into a full, predatory smile. “Oh yes. Yes, I’m the witch.” “Who are you? What do you want? What have you done to Annabelle?” he demanded.

I nodded slowly, acknowledging her greeting. “I took my time to carefully draw what Lucas had described and here with me is the result.” She stepped forward quietly, holding the portrait with both hands. Then she handed it to me with a small bow. I looked at the drawing. The woman in it... she was beautiful. Julie had even added soft coloring to the hair and the eyes. It looked so real. it was almost as if the woman would speak from the paper. I turned the drawing towards Lucas. “This is the woman?”

She had very black hair and eyes that looked like summer midnight, full of stars blinking away without a care in the world. “Is he a Black Dragon, maybe?” Niamh whispered to Damian, and Damian nodded. “Okay, let’s draw his appearance on a piece of paper,” Damian said as he opened a drawer near them. But he couldn’t find any quill even though he had already checked all the drawers. He found his mother’s makeup instead and a blank piece of paper from a small notebook. They were black eyebrow pencils, and they thought it would still work anyways, so they started working.

I glanced at her, and adjusted the blanket on her body. I sat at the edge of the bed without moving an inch. She sketched a wolf with grey eyes earlier, and insisted that the wolf in her drawing was a princess. The princess was coming to save the werewolves from an ancient curse. I couldn't shake the weird feeling I had when I stared at the wolf's grey eyes, and anytime I looked at the rough sketch, I felt like I had a connection with the picture. My thoughts were a tangled mess, louder than the silence that engulfed me.