Blair Witch Stick Figure Novels & Stories

Ten years later I was woken up by Blair jumping onto my belly knocking the wind right out of me. "Daddy! It's spring!" "Where's your brother?" I groaned. "He's going to visit Marina." Canon had grown up quickly and looked a lot more like me as a teenager. He's fourteen now and manifested as an alpha, he's doing average in school and he's got a little human girlfriend at the moment. Blair just turned eleven and recently manifested as a witch to which Conan threw a celebration to low-key rub it in peoples faces. This manifestation gave us a more solid connection with the older witches of the pack who often came by to teach her new things.

Blair looked like she had seen a ghost, her eyes wide, and breath coming in short pants Blair only paused after we had placed quite a distance between us and Alec’s tent. Blair settled beside a tree, her hand placed on her stomach rubbing gently. “there’s a witch that works with Alec, Lorelei, a dark force, who feeds off Alec’s darkness.” She whispered. “she comes around ones in a while to fortify Alec and cleanse the camp,” she explained. “how come no one has tracked her here?” I asked. “It’s hard looking for what you don’t know,” Blair said. “Is that why the camp can never be found? This witch caused that? I asked.

“But if you could return me there, I’d be grateful. I’m sure my husbands are looking for me.” He laughs before putting goggles on and shaking his head. There is a body on a gurney in front of me. She has large white and blue wings and very pale skin. She looks a bit like a butterfly, a cabbage white, but in humanoid form. A pixie. They rarely venture out of Tara, but when they do, they tend to stay in remote or abandoned places. “I’m sure they are,” he agrees with me as he holds up a clean bone saw, dangling it above the body, moving it up and down as he talks as if he were holding a book or some other random object and not something designed to cut through layers of flesh and bone.

I shift back to my human self and quickly use a spell I learned from the journal to make new clothes appear on me. And just as I was ready to join the fight, Asher and Kaiden leaped out with swords that glowed, slicing through the witches as if they were sticks of butter, making my eyes widen in shock. Brandon and Ricky are fighting against the male witches in their wolf form. One of the witches had shifted onto Arpia. It was a monstrous creature that looked at least two meters tall and skinny, with extended hands, feet, and sharp nails. The face looked long, with big beady eyes, dark like the night. (if you ask me, they looked like the eyes of a fly) The creature had long wings that resembl

Their fear will lead us straight to them. We weave through the trees and I see Blake Launch himself high up on to the trunk of a majestic redwood and he clambers up it like a monkey. His sharp claws shredding the bark beneath him. The witch that hides on the lowest branch screams in surprise and fear as Blake makes his ascent. His sharp teeth snap and the mans heels before finding his mark and pulling him fifty feet down to the hard forest floor. The sound of the mans whole body shattering on impact is like a glass smashing on a tiled kitchen floor. Music to my ears. As I turn back to look where I’m going Bleiz smacks into the side of me as a dark bolt of balk magic zings through the air, na

KIARAS POV It’s been two months now since I arrived here at the White Haven Coven. Though, it definitely has felt longer. My first week here was tough trying to just fit in. There are definitely some witches and warlocks that made it their life’s mission to make me miserable. What gets me the most is that it’s mainly adults that have an issue with me. Aunt Karina told me to ignore them. That they are just jealous because I can tap into magic no one else can without using dark magic which would also cause them to lose their powers a lot faster. Not for me because dark magic was used to create me, so I get all the benefits and as far as we know, none of the downfall. Eventually, I lost my temp

there isn't a need to do that"? I don't expect you to know pain but wound that deep hurts a great deal, alright!" "Puppy, come here. " Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached. Ariana was scared that Mike would scream or hit her if she didn't abide by his words.

A long silver blade sticking out the back of her head with flames pouring out of it 'The artifact!' Cinnabar howled in approval. Excitement filled us as we wondered if it was Eloise who had managed to escape and take down the witch somehow. Deathly pale skin and white locks greeted us as Simon emerged from the shadows looking around on high alert. He was in a tattered pair of jeans and a shirt that was soaked in blood, along with his arms.

The strong wind elevate her off the forest floor slowly and soon she is levitating. A misplaced thunder hits the forest floor and all the rogues were burnt instantly but the bones remains. Another wind rushed past my ears, humming crazily and I almost got swept away. The wind rustle the remaining dry leaves on the floor and dispersed the rogues bone, arranging them in a almost perfect circle to form a symbol I couldn't see well because of my failing vision. My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back.