Blair Witch Stick Figure Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” “I’m a witch.” She smiled at him as his smiled faded. “You are a what?” Taking a step back, she didn’t seem phased. Steele looked at Maddox before looking back at her. “A witch.” To her credit, she didn’t flinch. Either she saw his reaction and knew this was going to happen, or didn’t care. “I am Michele and Tina’s little sister, Blair. Don’t worry, I’m a good witch. One that is very well trained in werewolves.” She pushed her body against Steeled and ran her finger down his lip. No one missed the double meaning there.

I had stopped growling at the bowl, recognizing how quickly she would take it away, and she stopped trying to convince me to understand her creepy voodoo magic shit. Ribs aligned and potion drank, I shifted back. She shoved a stash of clothes I kept here for times like this and turned her back while I dressed. Witches, I had quickly discovered, did not have the same disregard for nudity that shifters did. “Thanks,” I sighed now that I had a voice. Blair turned, quickly returning to poke and prod at my side. “I really hope you’re not about to tell me the Lycan you called me about is behind this.”

I nodded, since I was already aware of it. "You see, it was a very unusual coincidence for a witch to live her coven and come and dwell within wolves. However, wolves cannot be witches, so my mom gave up her powers to become a wolf for my dad. Her coven members were pissed." Antonio proceeded to sit on the empty chair in the room. "They didn't approve of it, but my mom didn't care. I was born a normal wolf, but Blair was born a wolf and a witch. She's special."

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

But it was not enough to deter the monster. Maverick slowed down, likely intending to take on the rogue, but I shoved him forward. "No! There's no time. I'll hold it off—" A blur moved before me and slammed into the rogue, sending it tumbling backwards across the field. Blair. She spat a glob of blood into the ground, smirking wickedly. "That one's mine. You two go and find those bastards!" She charged off towards the now recovering rogue, and shifted into a wolf with brown and gold fur. I didn't need to be told twice.

Kirsten Zūng is the Great Witch. Barbie held up her daggers and slashed through the beast's throat as easy as cutting the throat of a goat. Jucel quickly examined Zabdiel's wounds. The blood was oozing non-stop from his torso and he was breathing irregularly. His arm was twisted while his knee was fractured.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

Kilran’s words melted my heart with the sudden love I felt for this tiny creature. “Oh! Thank you, Minerva,” I took the toy from her and she offered me a shy toothy smile. Looking down I observed the toy was a witch with a long hat, riding a broomstick. The connection made me smile even more but surprised me too. She didn't have a wolf you but a witch one. “Would you like to play with me?” I asked and she watched me with her intelligent eyes. “Can I hold her?” I expectantly inquired from Kilran.

***** LUCIAN BLACKTHORN I was forced to shift back into my human form. The sight before me was shocking, almost impossible to believe, but I could feel it. Every bit of it. The magic that surrounded us. It was coming from Ayla. Her eyes were glowing bright burn blue, and I watched frozen in shock as she gripped the dark witch's head, and in a swift motion, she slit her neck with a weapon. It was a Shakra, a Grishan witch weapon, one only a dark witch can wield. She shouldn't be able to hold it, unless… Ayla was Grishan.