Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked and there was an intricate drawing on her lower back just before her ass, and the drawing looked absolutely beautiful. She stood as if she was seeing hung, with her head pulled back and her long white hair cascading down her back, what looked like blood was dripping down her tied hands down her body and she looked unconscious. I slowly turned to the next page, and I could see a better picture, she was way above on the top of the page and down below her were two sets of people, one were feeding on her blood, feeding on her suffering, while the other all had their hands up, all trying to catc

The werebear is on high alert and ready to shift, I know he has no idea what I am or his impending death if he acts on the emotions he’s releasing and the witch sitting quietly in the corner will be useless to him, she’s powerful but not nearly strong enough to match me. I tell the bear not to act and then look at the witch telling her she is useless when my head snaps to an opening behind the counter, two females emerge from it and I stand frozen as a petite blonde with a tint of strawberry in it walks out dressed in a colorful dress that seems to flow with every step she takes. The other woman stops and glares at me, but the younger girl continues around the counter and her head tilts up

“Would it be alright for me to do some weights?” We nodded in unison, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. We continued painting the material and watched as the ghoulish shapes and scary scenes started taking place. I was banished from painting anything other than cobwebs and trees after I attempted to paint a witch riding on her broomstick in the sky... instead it turned out to look more like a rather strange stick figure with a growth deficiency. Luckily Violet managed to paint over it and turned my deformed witch into a flying saucer, complete with a green alien waving out of a window.

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly

The force of their power tore through the night, sending gusts of wind swirling through the trees and casting erratic shadows across the forest floor. Both witches' faces contorted with concentration as they battled for dominance. Sabrina’s energy pulsed with a radiant, almost ethereal glow, her magic weaving patterns of silver and white. The witch’s power, in contrast, twisted into dark, curling tendrils, laced with an ominous, sickly green.