Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.

"I'll ask a student to bring it. Give me a moment." Minutes later, a student arrived with the drawing and carefully handed it over to Mrs. Whitman, who passed it to Liam. One look he gave to the picture, and his eyes went wide, the colour bleeding from his face. It was an inanimate painting of a female figure, its back turned, with silvery hair cascading down her back, bare and bathed in some sort of mystic light. She sat at that mountain stream, both serene and powerful, with an aura of mystery about her.

He threw the blue sparkles in the air to create some shelter for them, while Akshara demanded to him, “Let me drew the place with these blue sparkles.” Akshara extended her hand and waved like drawing in air within the hold of Dev, since he never allowed her to walk or stand in her barefoot. Within a minute or two, Akshara done with her drawing in air and the blue sparkles reflected the solid structure what Akshara had in her mind. The blue sparkles turned into a storm. When the storm disappears, it revealed the most intimidating thing. Both Dev and Karen were awestruck after looking at the shelter she drew, which was a replica of witch palace in Ardna Chirig before it peels off its real mas

Valerie drew the witch’s attention away by holding up the envelope she retrieved from the box. “Ah, I was wondering when you’d begin to ask the right questions.” “What do you mean?” “Let’s take our handsome ALpha here as an example.” The witch again touched my neck, taking my hand into her free one and pressing her thumb into my wrist, “He just thinks he hates us, when he’s actually drawn to us.”

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.

"The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me." She said and brought out a long staff. She was furious for not being respected by Lucia. She needed to teach the half breed with a life lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. She looked round the room in her invisible state and looked for a better place to attack Lucia from. She had seen the hair come out on her and her fingers had become claws although she hadn't shifted fully. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the Witches shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia while murmuring some incomprehensive words. She cackled and soon the whole room was shakin

“Finn’s mother is not a fan of mountains and rivers. She’s more interested in portraits.” Then she suddenly laughed. “I had my eyes on a beautiful painting, but unfortunately, the art gallery refused to sell it to me.” “Really? Let’s go and have a look.” “All right.” Hazel nodded and led me to another hall. Hazel took a fancy to a painting of a young girl. The girl was dressed in a white robe—it was colored with golden paint, which represented the light of a totem. Obviously, she was a witch. The painting had bright colors, the brush strokes elegant. The woman in the painting was wearing an old-fashioned white dress and had dark-colored hair. The overall painting brought positive energy.

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.