Dorothy Novels & Stories

Dalton’s point of view: Walking around the car parked in the driveway and heading toward the pack house, I caught a glimpse of something colorful out of the corner of my eye, over near the edge of the woods. Curious, I glanced over just in time to see a figure dressed in a bright red sundress disappear into the trees. I got more curious when I caught a whiff of her enticing scent. I’d recognize that woman anywhere. Why was she going into the woods? I wondered.

She also possessed an aura of confidence that wasn’t existent before. “Mistress Lara’s instruction is for me to become your personal assistant, Mr Thompson,” she leaned towards me intriguingly. She had tucked her dark black hair in a high bun and her dress clung to her slim figure. I realised bit by bit how her rebirth enhanced her features strongly.

“No you're not Azarael's dog, you're the daughter of Lilly Agatha Sinora, the seventh keeper of the Thestryn valley—” “—I hate that name!” “But you're tied to it.” “No,” Violet frowned, “I am not, not unless Lilly Agatha Sinora lives.” “Even if she live not, she had a name many remember, and she has a child who is called Violet.” A glow appeared in Violet's eyes and she said, “What if Violet disappears?” Piggy shrugged before going to sit on the furniture he sat on earlier, “Its impossible, even if you change your name, your hair colour won't change I'll still call you Violet.”

It was surrounded by small bushes where beautiful pink and yellow flowers bloomed. The woman opened the door and both were welcomed by a horrible smell of mould and dust. They started coughing as they entered inside. "What's this house?" Jimmy frowned. "It belonged to my dearest friend." the woman smiled. "She was a fairy." "Your friend, is it Jihae?" "Yes." the red-haired nodded. "She is amazing, isn't she?" Jimmy nodded with a smile. You are amazing too. "Now, let's get to work!" she exclaimed before standing in the middle of the room and closing her eyes.

I sit on the chair, hands clasped with my index fingers pointing to my mouth, fuming that anyone would dare even try to touch her. Leaning in he asks, “Do you know what she is?” I shake my head, “No, I don’t. You got any ideas? “Whatever she gave you when she found you kept you alive long enough for her and Joe to get you here to Doc. Doc is running some tests on the bottle of whatever it was she was dumping down your gullet.” He says. “To hear her tell it, it was just flowers and honey, but I don’t know of any flowers used to treat wolfsbane poisoning. Do you?” he asks. “Do you think she is a witch?” I ask him. “Nah, she hasn’t done any of that hocus pocus stuff.”

It was like a perfume made of different kinds of flowers’ serums. “So dramatic!” Kate who just passed by rolled her eyes. She was holding Dorothy’s hand while walking. The latter directed her camera at us. She was taking a video of us. “Gold digger Amara Beltran and witch, curse, and mentally ill Serra Hilario on your screen, everyone.” Dorothy brought her fingers inches away from her lips and gigled mockingly. She wasn’t contented and approached us. She snatched the sketchpad out of Amara’s grasp.

Tyler heard Sofia shout from down the hall as Katherine ran past him and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. "You have to try on this dress! Oh, my word..." Sofia mumbled as she stalked past him followed by Tracy, Moonbeam, and Anne, the resident goth.

Rumours were about to run wild. “Haven’t seen you around here love, are you new to town?” The plump store clerk asked as I dumped a basket full of clothes down by the cash register. If you couldn’t tell by now, I am very basic, my new wardrobe would be comprised exclusively of athleisure wear and sneakers. “Something like that” I smiled politely. “Well, my names Dorothy, if you need anything, I’ve lived in this pack all my life and I’d be happy to help. It’s not often we get new pack members, it’s nice to see a fresh face.” Dorothy winked as she started scanning the clothes.

Diana shook his head sadly: "I was so dumb that day that I didn't even recognize my Madam. In fact, no matter what, as long as you and your husband haven't divorced, you are the wife of the Smiths." Diana was the old housekeeper of the Smiths and used to help Mrs. Smith with errands. Because Mrs. Smith has always liked him, even Diana was great for her. She clenched the doorknob, lowered her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Grandma, is she okay?" Diana shook his head: "It's still the same, there's no sign of waking up." Rachel West took a breath, only to feel bad. Grandma is such a good person, why did she become like this?

Alpha Jason stuttered trying to gather his words as he could no longer find any available excuse for himself this time. He got hold of himself as he began to speak. "Look here Erbort and allow me to remind you. Doris is indeed beautiful, we all can agree, but she is weak!" He scorned. "You should not discredit the Goddess of War and stay with a woman like Doris." He paused as he studied Erbort who was looking at him.