Hand Witch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

He smiled wearing gloves on his hand, he brought out a silver chain and I shivered knowing the pain I'll receive. He brought out a substance and I couldn't move or process any thought, I couldn't believe I was staring at what I've always heard about, he injected the wolfsbane on the silver chain, then he turned to me with a smile, I now understand why he promised me twenty hits and a painful death, he was using what will kill me. "Now make sure you count with me, if you don't, I'll start again." He said grabbing my hair, I winced in pain immediately he hit me.

~Zayne~ I stared at the unconscious brunette-haired witch, many thoughts ransacked my head but the one dominating was me wishing Tiffany and I could be in a different situation. It hurts me to see her being chained to a chair, but if this is what would make her go back to her senses then I have no choice but to do this.

On the night of the full moon, as Grandma Evelyn's tales took on a new significance, Alex felt a strange stirring deep within him, a primal urge that he could not ignore. With Grandma Evelyn's guidance, Alex ventured into the heart of the forest, where he experienced his first transformation under the light of the moon. It was a moment of revelation, of awakening, as Alex embraced the true nature of his being and accepted his place within the ancient lineage of the werewolves.But as the truth of his heritage came to light, Alex found himself faced with a choice: to turn away from his family's legacy or to embrace it fully and carry on their tradition. With the support of Grandma Evelyn and A

The glow swallowed her feet, then her waist, then her shoulders. She looked at me with wide, desperate eyes. “Kairos,” she whispered. “I am scared.” My chest split open with helpless fury. “I am coming,” I said. “I swear I am coming.” Her voice shook. “Do not lose me.” “I will not.” The light rose higher. She reached one trembling hand toward me, and I lifted my paw to meet it. Her fingers passed through the light. Mine hit the barrier. The world tilted. A scream tore out of her as the Core’s pull sharpened. The light climbed past her throat and reached her face.

"Fifty-eighth floor." That's it. No smile. No directions. Just back to her screen. I get in the elevator and my stomach drops because it's made of glass and I can see everything falling away beneath me. I close my eyes. Count to sixty. When the doors open a woman is waiting. Tall. Black suit. Face like stone. "Sloane Thompson?" "Yes." "This way." We walk down a hallway covered in gold records. Names I recognize. Artists I've listened to my whole life.

"I know more than you can imagine. Now — steady your breath. Inhale, exhale, deeply. Picture the twigs on the ground: their shape, their weight. Take your time. Then imagine gathering them all and lifting them — without using your hands. With the power of your mind alone." I do as she says, and — damn it — I never expected it to be this hard. Beads of sweat break out on my forehead, and with everything I have, I push the twigs up. Only three of the ten lift into the air, and even those drop back down after a single second. I brace for Rowana to mock me, but instead, she nods. "Good. Very good. It takes most witches hours just to lift a single one."

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

I heard a howl. That made me lose control and fall. I searched for my phone, which had fallen somewhere, but I couldn't find it. But I stopped cold when I saw something in front of me, close. I felt drops of blood fall on my hand, meaning the wolf's mouth was right above me. I froze, not moving, terrified. The wolf growled. I slowly raised my head, getting on my knees as best I could. This was the end; it was obvious this would be my last night. A tear rolled down my cheek. I was half sobbing but feared that the slightest movement or sound would make the wolf attack me.

She didn’t flinch—she only smiled wider. “You can’t touch me here,” she said. “This is my realm. Your strength means nothing.” “What do you want from her?” I demanded. The witch’s eyes glowed faintly red. “I want balance. She carries power that doesn’t belong to her. Power that was stolen. When the blood moon rises, I will take it back.” “Over my dead body.” “That,” she said, “is precisely the point.” The void began to collapse. The air split open, swallowing her laughter. Then, suddenly, I was falling again—through trees, wind, darkness—and slammed hard into the earth.

Alina slowed, instincts screaming. The woman reached for the floor in a partial crouch, her fingers splayed, mumbling indiscernible words. She watched Alina with a morbid grin, her eyes unblinking and focused. The floor split. “Alina!” Casius yelled. She turned, her mate’s eyes widened with horror as the concrete dropped away, swallowing them all. She fell, screaming, darkness rising to devour her. The maid’s giggles followed, echoing in her ears, like a curse. “The wolves fall, the witches rise.”