Hand Witch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

All I can hear a bird chirping. Then I winched as I feel someone grab my wrist. "Babe don't do this? I know you love me right?" He said to me and try to kiss me. But I kneel him between his legs making him scream for pain. I run and I saw a door, thank God it's opened. I went outside and my eyes immediately wander. I saw a big tree and hide from there. I saw him almost reaching me and I began to move but the next things I see I am in the edge of a cliff. I can see him getting near me and I'm running out of choice. So I decide to better jump and die than to be rape by a creepy stalker.

Even my own grandson was against me now in her twisted schemes. Fine then, if poisons failed, more direct action was required. The next full moon I slipped into Heather's chambers, a sharp silver blade concealed in my robes along with wolfsbane and mistletoe. I would scar that deceptive face, make her repulsive to behold. Lucas's obsessive haze would finally lift.

He asked with a voice filled with strength. Xara appeared directly in front of him, "I am the one who's responsible for these youngsters. You have put their lives in danger, this I cannot forgive." She pulled out her short sword, ready to remove Wonton's head. But his body went limp and slowly fell from the sky, "tsk." She cursed under her breath as she waved her hand. She was hoping to have a bit of fun with this so-called Wanton Destruction. A metal snake wrapped around his body. The snake held his throat in its mouth as it floated him over to Xara.

No! I ran as fast as I could toward the railing where he had been sitting just a second ago and looked down into the dark garden below. It was a mistake I instantly regretted. I braced myself to see a broken, bloody body lying motionless on the grass… but there was nothing there. No body, no blood, no sign of injury. But there was something else. Lying there on the grass, illuminated by the faint moonlight, was a pair of enormous, black wings. They were silky, beautiful, and terrifyingly magnificent, spread out as if they had just been folded away.

It felt heavier inside, charged in a way that I couldn’t explain. “Hold her hands,” the witch instructed. “She needs something to anchor her.” I dropped to one knee beside the stone, reaching for her immediately. Her hands were so cold, colder than they should have been. “Iris, Doll face,” I said, tightening my grip around her fingers. “I’m here.” Her expression shifted slightly, like she heard me but couldn’t reach back. “Don’t let go,” the witch said, her voice rising again as the chanting resumed, stronger this time.

A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the room, casting a pale blue light over my features as it replayed the scene below in high definition. I watched the silver-haired witch move. She was a debacle - a beautiful, jagged error in the fundamental laws of magic. She shouldn't have been able to summon that scythe. The weight of the Mors Aeterna should have crushed her soul into dust, yet she swung it like she was reclaiming a lost limb.

The barrier that had kept him trapped and helpless. Before Zendaya could react, before she could even stop her chanting, Zora's hand shot out and wrapped around the witch's throat. Zendaya's eyes went wide with shock as Zora lifted her off the ground with one hand, her fingers digging into the witch's neck with inhuman strength.

"Do not speak. The magic is still waking up inside you. It will hurt if you fight it." Pain exploded in my back where the wings had come out. I gasped and grabbed onto the warrior holding me. My vision went in and out. One second I saw the red moon. The next I saw nothing but darkness and moving shadows. "Why are you helping me?" I managed to ask between breaths. "Because you are the one we have waited for," the warrior said. His voice was calm but urgent. "The Forbidden Witch. The one who carries the old blood. Now hold on. This next part will not be gentle."