Hand Witch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

She tried to reach to something in her jacket and I was pretty sure it wasn't a surpise gift for me. I whispered again. This time much quicker, and then she fell unconscious. “Yeah, wolfsbane doesn't protect you against witches, b*tch.” For some reason, I didn't want to drive her truck. I felt it was smarter if I took her in mine and then questioned her in my house. Now, this wasn't smart at all but I felt more comfortable doing it.

"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.

But I do not expect what happens next. Heather pushes grandmother to the ground because she was trying to separate her and another woman from a fight. I take a step forward and instinctively reach out for the one who seems to be badly beating. Not because I feel pity, but because I want to confront Heather. All of this can't be real. Just then, the other lady who I grab in my arms faints, but I recognize her as one of the daughters of the alpha's who try to curry favor from me. Heather looks in my eyes and tries to explain as she wipes blood from the side of her face.

The bunny hopped up her arm and clung onto the chains binding her hands. The chains clanged and fell to the ground, Eloise ignored the pain she felt as she struggled and rose to her feet. She created a metal staff and used it to support herself; she tried to take a step forward. The metal staff clanged against the hard floor as her feet buckled and she fell to the ground. A fit of choking and coughing, followed by uncontrolled vomiting and wheezing, turned into crying and screaming in frustration.

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.

His breath faltered— Then he gasped. His fingers curled against the tablecloth, searching for something solid as the room tilted. The chandelier lights blurred, the edges of the room dimming like a vignette. He tried to call out, but the sound died in his throat. The mighty figure of Hughes—unshakeable, unmoveable—slumped sideways, fingers scraping wood once before his strength gave out. And the mansion fell silent.

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.