Blair Witch Stick Figure Novels & Stories

Brenna did her best to keep running, trying to ignore the stitch in her side. It had been with her for at least several miles, and she was aware of her pace slowing, so she focused for a moment and tried to infuse some of her magic into stamina. It didn’t seem to work, and she wasn’t really surprised. She had one main gift, and that was the gift of Sight. Some witches had a multitude of talents, but many were like her, with just one area of expertise.

’ I pleaded silently, straining against the magical bonds with all my might. ‘Almost there,’ Arena assured, her voice steady despite the chaos. But before her magic could shatter their binding spell, my heart nearly stopped. My blood ran cold as I saw the other witch grab Blair’s hair, yanking her head to one side with brutal force. Blair screamed, struggling against her captor, but it was no use. The witch’s canines elongated, sharp and deadly, and my eyes widened in horror. Realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—they weren’t ordinary witches. They were vampire hybrids.

Spike ignored him and carried the painting back to his room. Blair had complained to Mable before, looking somewhat aggrieved. There was an additional person in the painting now. Mable looked at Spike. "Baby, did you draw this today?" Pointing at the figure of Blair that he had added to the painting today, Spike hesitated for a moment and then managed to speak softly, "Uncle. Blair." Mable's eyes lit up with joy. "Baby, can you speak now?"

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

This particular spell could only be used by high priestesses and only a high priestess more powerful than the one that casted the spell could see her or undo it. Elder Lazarus was not a witch, he did not have our blood and he was a full-fledged wolf. I was sure of this so how was this possible?

"I was just joking for today's video." "What?" Her forehead creased. I pouted. I don't even know what that words mean. Humans are using that kind of expression in their world and I was able to easily adapt. "It's a human expression, Auntie. And of course, you won't understand that because you're a witch...and old." "What did you say, Blair?!" Her eyebriws furrowed. Amgry of the fact that she was called an old woman. "You're old but gorgeous and sexy!" I grinned. Of course not. She's not sexy and gorgeous. She's old, but because she's a witch, she managed to look like she's on her mid 40's right now.

After a moment of hesitation, I decide to get one for Blake too. “What do you mean? – the young human questions suspiciously – Tell me you’re fucking joking.” “I’m not, unfortunately. – I set the glass on the table in front of him then sit in my armchair – White witches are… beyond rare. In all my years of living I’ve encountered only a few of them. That’s why I didn’t recognize Lia’s scent at first. It’s been so long since I last met a white witch I completely forgot what they smell like.”

Boom Ahead, a statue three times the size of a human head leapt from its stand beside the path, blocking Lily and Elias' roads. Lily shouted, "Ah..." "Shh, calm down, don't raise your voice." Elias had previously encountered one as a child. At that time, he was so busy playing that he forgot his father's instructions, ran over there in the middle of the night. This wolf scratched his right arm, and now still has a scar. Fortunately, the king appeared out of nowhere, raised his staff, and they immediately turned back into stone statues. “Elias, what do we do now?” Lily stood behind Elias, tugging at his shirt and asked worriedly.

He glances at our hands but remains silent. “Okay, let’s go.” I nod as we make our way through the barrier. The screams start again, and I can feel the wind once again. We walk up to the barrier and reach my hand out to touch it. It opens immediately, allowing us to pass through it. “It’s a witch barrier. Only witches can open it.” “You could have told me that fifteen minutes ago.” “When? While you were acting like a mad...”

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?