Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

Something cracked open in my chest quietly, the same way it had in the corridor the first night, without making a sound. “Whenever you want.” I said. She nodded. Went back to drawing. I went back to pretending to read the report. When she left an hour later she showed me the drawing before she went. A wolf, mid stride, heavy lines, asymmetrical the way real wolves were asymmetrical, movement in it. I looked at it. “It’s Midnight.” She said. “But I gave her weight.” She looked at me seriously. “Like mama says. Things look more real when you give them weight.”

. I knew that I hated the witch with the last blood in me ,but doing that to the girl seems So terrifying than usual and with that I rushed back to the pack house. I got into the room and next thing I saw was Dante cutting the girl like she was some piece of animal and he wasn't doing it with his hands ,he was using his powers and the girl blood was everywhere "Dante will you stop that madness"I screamed rushing to him with anger boiling inside of me and I grabbed him up immidiately.

Nearly a day of horse riding I should be able to learn quicker than this. As the canopy above us became thicker, the direct sun faded out. Now I’m starting to think I’m seeing things. Amongst the moss and algae, small fireflies started to come out in the darkness. I’m stunned. There could easily be millions of them as far as I could see the forest stretch. If only places like this existed in my world too. Corvu’s horse pulls up next to mine. He grabs my wrist and turns up my hand, only to place something that reminded me of bread crumbs in it. An involuntary blush crept across my face as he smiled at me. I hadn’t noticed that one of the nearby fireflies decided to settle in my hand to eat th

“But she still should’ve said it nicer.” They found Rosa sniffling over a piece of parchment while Elena stood nearby, arms crossed in an identical posture to her older sister’s, clearly unwilling to back down despite Lila’s attempts at peacekeeping between them. Bonita crouched down, studying the drawing with the gravity the moment required. “I think,” she said slowly, “this is a wolf who has been in a difficult fight and hasn’t quite recovered yet.” Rosa’s sniffling paused. “Really?”

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

The men sit up and Sarah becomes statue still. "Explain," Jason all but growls. "I had a vision last night. Witches can have visions, most times they come as dreams but, we can tell the difference. The woman I saw was in a room, it was really dark but she looked like she was bound. I used the glow of my magic to look at her face, I was shocked to see that the person looks like Sarah." She says the words in a rush and stops for breath. Sarah inhales.

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

I picked it up and took a seat on the bed, before flipping it open. It was filled with… drawings. Drawings so realistic, they told stories better than any picture ever could. A smile curved on my lips at the fact that Asher drew all this. On the first page was the picture of a woman, who reminded me of Jane—or perhaps it was just the fact that she had red hair.. I turned over to the next page. On it was the drawing of a boy, seated in a dark empty space. The third drawing gave me a pause. It was of a woman in a bathtub, her wrist split and blood gushing out of the wound.

Bianca looked around and drew closer, so close that our bodies were almost glued together. “She is a witch," Bianca whispered in a quivering voice as if she would die if the words she blurted out were heard. I nodded my head in understanding, a smirk on my face. “So, that is why everyone was drawn to her like a magnet. She used her powers to make everyone love her,” I muttered, scoffing loudly. “Witches always gain the most attraction in any gathering. You won't blame them. Aside from the elves, their race has the most beautiful women,” Bianca muttered, and I narrowed my eyes.