Halloween Inflatable Witches Novels & Stories

They had their hoods up, but as soon as one of the women walked up to Kai, they all let them down to show their faces. I gasp when I realise who these women are; The Volkov Witches. Ebony skinned and blue-eyed, beautiful in every way. I look at the one standing next to Kai, and I am stunned at what I see; this witch had white, smokey eyes similar to the one I saw in my vision. She had an intricate red crescent moon tattoo beneath her eye as well. Was she the leader? She takes the hand in which Kai was holding the torch and signs over it while whispering before Kai walks to light the pyre. They all have their arms aloft while chanting something in which I could only assume was Russian.

ATLAS I waste no time in walking into the street and joining the witches. Easton packs his car right in the corner and joins the rest in getting rid of the humans. The witches form a circle their palms open wide facing the sky as they close their eyes chanting and attempting to build up a shield while members of my packs try to get rid of the humans getting into the blue flare forming around the perimeter. My eyes quickly scan the area, searching for Ophelia amid the witches. Bullets fly past me, but they merely bounce off my shoulder as some of my pack members run to my side attempting to shield me.

The velvet maroon robes over her shoulders added a bit of class. My looks alone may bewitch the audience, she thought. A spell might not even be necessary. Mrs. Belfry’s finishing touch was the pointed, maroon witch’s hat that matched her robes. The people of Lilith’s Hollow would appreciate her looking the part of a Halloween witch, even if not in the form of an old crone with large hairy warts on her bulbous nose. Some Halloween standards were just a little inaccurate.

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

I think it was cute they were called Nightlights, but I can’t help but wonder, “So they aren’t fairies?” “Oh, they’re fairies, but the subgroup is Nightlights. Small ones that glow in the dark.” Interesting. Without meaning to make it so obvious I grab the pen, or inkhold, and journal out from my satchel and write that fact down. Corvu appears to be okay with me taking down information and talks at a slightly slower pace. “Pixies are their closest relative, but most pixies are human-sized, maybe a bit smaller.” It occurs to me I should just be grateful that everyone I had met so far spoke English. I couldn’t imagine learning a new language at the same time as all of this. “What group are Tri

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

Fury bubbled in Helena's gut as she flung open the doors to the room the meeting was taking place, her magic causing the air around her to crackle. "Wh-, What is the meaning of this?" Stuttered one of the gathered Weres, as he tried and failed, by his wide-eye stare, to appear unaffected by her presence. Helena prowled deeper in, ignoring his question, the sound of her soles tapping against the wooden floorboards echoing in the quiet room.

Chairs and other things like the candles in there that couldn't be moved, came swirling in the air as we chanted. Large cracks that appeared in the circle where the bleeding Kolan and that little boy was, seeped thick smoke that crackled. It seemed as if it was surrounded with electric current. The wide eyes of the witches including myself, stared in astonishment at the hole that had began to widen and the black smoke was now replaced with scarlet red. "What is that?" Wolland spoke and I took a glimpse at his figure standing in the shadows before taking my attention back to the hole. Distorted noises scattered in the air and as one thin red smoke slipped out, I raised my voice, "Sound it, si

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

They look at each other and for the third freaking time, burst out laughing. *********************** Sarah steps into the hall and everyone stops talking, you can almost hear a pin drop. It's as silent as a graveyard. The occupants all turn to look at her. They're all in a circle, about two hundred of them, witches, so you can imagine how big the hall and circle is. Katrina, who came with her, comes to stand beside her. "The Witch Supreme comes to bestow her greetings. Here ye her!" She yells in a voice that rings in the hall and comes as a shock to Sarah.