Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

"Now, write down their full names for me while I gather what I need for the spell.” Pen in hand, I hesitated. Was this right? I’m an Alpha—I don’t need a witch’s help to win the woman’s heart. I just have to prove I’m the one she deserves. The witch returned, holding a tiny glass vial of water and a sky-blue ceramic bowl. Without a word, she poured the water in, folded the paper with their names, and dropped it into the bowl. Smoke curled up in thin tendrils, gray and whispering. “Perfect,” she said with a grin. “Sit across from me. It’s time.”

I chuckled, "I'm just going to have fun fighting Sloane as usual." The next morning, when the atmosphere was still clogged with fog, Amelia came out to tell me that she was ready to return. Dawn was yet to break, so I objected, saying she should stay longer. But she told me she had a means of transportation that would get them there in an instant. What are witches incapable of? Elder Paul and Erika were all set as well. They came out and met with Amelia who stood in front of my mansion. She took a stick and drew a circular diagram. She drew some smaller figures within the circular diagram. And at the end of her drawing, every figure seemed to be connected one way or the other to the next.

Dane instructed. White flour made from a kind of rock which is found only on a mountain peak was brought out. Paste of red mushrooms was mixed with one portion of the flour to make a paste. A symbol of a pentagram, triple moon and solar cross were drawn on all directions around the pier with dry flour. The paste of the red mushrooms is placed in the middle of these drawings. They draw a spiral circle connecting all the drawings. Once all the drawings are connected, a white light appeared around the witch, whose body started to release a green smoke. The white light contained the green smoke, which is believed to be the essence of the witch. "You will pay for this" the witch vowed.

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.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

Her lips stretched painfully wide around one fat head while another slapped her face with wet, meaty thuds, smearing more precum everywhere. She looked disgusting - Beautiful 'n ruined. Marcus could smell it all, the sharp tang of sulfur mixed with the heavy musk of their demonic precum. His spiked cage bit deeper into his throbbing cock as he watched. Then the dark atmosphere shifted. A new figure materialized in the corner of the room. A woman. A witch. Tall, deathly pale skin, long black hair floating as if underwater, blood-red eyes, and full cruel lips. She held a twisted bone wand that sparked with red lightning. Her beauty was terrifying; the kind that made you want to run and addicti

Drawing a blank she began to doodle. Her mind wandered as she worked, her hands bending to it’s will. Before she knew it she had filled a page with two hands, each revealing a scar. Doodles that she couldn’t remember drawing. One hand was hers, a carbon copy of her crescent moon with half moons on each side. She touched her scar as she compared her drawing to it, her hand tingled as she did. Akasha sighed within her. The other hand also contained a scar, that one being a crescent moon. She’d never seen another witch with a scar like hers and wondered whose hand it could be and why she’d been drawn to sketch it.

"I am a half witch and a half werewolf. Alex took my werewolf powers. But he didn't know that I was also a half witch” “Oh I see". Scott said with a sigh. “Alright, let's begin then". Bryan said. "Laura, you will close your eyes, then draw the face that you saw in the air”. Laura nodded and Lindsay placed her hand on Laura's head. Lindsay’s eyes glowed emerald green. Laura began to draw in the air. When she was done drawing, she opened her eyes. "Where is the picture?”. Scott and Bryan asked at the same time. "Look at the picture here”. I pointed to the picture that Laura drew.