Beautiful Witch Drawing Novels & Stories

"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.

Nicholas' POV "Daddy, look!" Bella ran up to me holding a drawing she had just finished. It was full of bright crayon colors and showed what looked like three figures: her, me, and a third person with long hair and something that looked like a star on her neck. "It's beautiful, sweetheart," I said, taking the paper to look more closely. "Who's this one?" "Gwen!" Bella answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I drew us watching Miraculous, remember?"

A Witch! TBC

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

“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.

The priestess witch walked to the center of the hall beside the large table as the people witnessing the event including the king and princess watched her with keen interest. She draw a big circle with a white chalk on the floor of the palace hall. In the circle, she draw a human eye and she draw a triangle like shape which faced the king and in that triangle, she draw another triangle which faced the people. She draw another eye in the circle and after that, she placed the skull at the center of the eye she had just draw at the top of the triangle shape which faced the king and another which faced the princess. She placed the dried dead heart in the eye inside the two triangles which she ha