Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

The air grows heavy with an aura of dark magic, the witch's power seeping into the atmosphere like an invisible force. I find yourself caught between a form of restlessness and determination, facing this formidable witch. My senses heighten as I take in every detail, absorbing the grotesque nature of her appearance. The sharp teeth, the torn mouth, the unnaturally large head—they all contribute to the sense of impending danger.

"Oh please stop making it sound like you are actually besties with the moongoddess" "I never said besties I'm older" "Here I was actually starting to believe you and now this??" "I have no time for party tricks child, your mother knows who I am" "I'd be sure to ask great ancestor" "I sure am" She twitches her fingers slightly tapping them, I'm drawn into a trance I think, I'm blinded by a light very bright slowly it reduces and my eyes accommodates slightly and slowly gradually I see a huge creature, it gradually becomes clearer as I see a woman beautiful beyond boundaries, having a perfect huge body and great outline except three eyes in her head, I feel enchanted and drawn towards her thir

“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.

|| 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.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

The details were adorable — she'd even included Kane and Zane as slightly taller stick figures in the background. “Those are your powers,” Amelia explained seriously, pointing to each colorful line. “The red is for vampire, brown is for wolf, blue is for witch, purple is for demon, and the gold is for angel. All of them together!” “It's perfect.” I carefully set the drawing on my bedside table. “Thank you, Emma.”

"I do not seek revenge. I only seek restoration." "What is that supposed to mean?" The witch's eyebrow shot up. It was as if my reply surprised her. She paused for a moment and continued drawing her sigils. As I stared on, I noticed in the middle where I sat, was a sigil that looked more like a butterfly of some sort. What the hell was this woman doing, I wondered. I looked across the room to where Satake was tied up, a similar sigil was below him connected by a series of interlocking circles and one straight line that connected to my side.

“And the dragon?” My throat closed at the thought of its eyes—black, ringed with fire-red pupils, eyes that reminded me too much of her. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Maybe it was her doing. Maybe she conjured it. We can’t know what kind of power a witch still carries—not when we thought they were all gone.”

She fucking asked AJ to stay with her, what is she going to get out of the war between the witches and the wizard? Doesn't she want peace? I sunk my teeth into the maid's neck and fed from her, even though it didn't satisfy my insatiable taste like a human would, I just kept feeding till I could feel her pulse weakened. Such a fucking waste of sperm. I pushed her away, making her have a strong impact on the wall before she fell to the ground. Without even thinking about the pain, she scrambled off the floor and fled away. I needed to tell that wizard I wouldn't go along with the plan again, now I got to know from my Intel that they would soon start preparing for their mating ceremony and I w

The moon was missing from the sky, and its absence created a void that matched the one in her heart at that moment. Bella kept flipping, struggling to find evidence she truly hoped wasn’t there. It didn’t take long. There was another drawing of her sitting on what appeared to be some sort of throne. She was naked with the exception of a silk scarf draped tastefully over her shoulder and lap. Her legs were crossed as she leaned back casually in the throne. One arm was draped over the side, caressing the head of a massive black wolf. A smaller gray wolf sat off to the other side of the throne, looking on in what seemed to be envy.