Hand Witch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

“It was you; you killed my teacher.” “That wizard was your teacher? No wonder you’re so weak.” The witch screams and launches a fireball at Elina, and then around a hundred of them fly at her at once. Blast after blast fires pushing her back against them as they explode. She dodged and deflected, but one of them hits her in her stomach and sends her flying back. My heart drops, and strength rise as I watch her fall and a pile of rubble fall on her. “Elina!!” I cry out. I shift with the strength I have and lunge at the witch, but she sends a blast my way hitting me in my hind leg. I yelp in pain and fall to the ground and change back to my human form.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

She exclaimed happily. "Yes, you are, Grumps." "You can let go of me now, I think I can do this." She said, still paddling her arms. Her strokes were more powerful now. "Are you sure about that?" I asked, not quite sure if I should let go. If anything bad happened to her, I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself. "Yes, I am sure." I slowly let go of her waist as I watched her slowly. At first, she was doing great but then she started to panic. She moved her hands and legs awkwardly and started to sink.

When he speaks, two voices layer over each other, his own and something far older riding just beneath it, close enough to overlap but never quite in sync. "Try," the oldest witch tells him. Nothing more. Garren lifts one hand and the remaining windows along the office wall explode outward in a spray of glass that rains down three floors onto the courtyard below. Miles above, inside the storm they built together, Ivy feels the world tilt sideways beneath her. Gravity itself seems to reconsider its own rules, tugging at her chest instead of her feet, and across from her Numenessa goes rigid, red eyes cutting toward the distant lights of Garren's office with unguarded fear.

Zayden jerked his head up A car was stopped right in front of him. He tried to swerve, but the wet, icy road betrayed him. The tires lost grip. The steering wheel spun under his hands. The vehicle skidded across the slick pavement Then everything flipped. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. The world turned upside down. And then... Silence. Cold. Dark. The snow outside continued falling, calm and steady… as his crumpled car lay still on the side of the road. *****

Her hands were steady. She wasn’t the same girl who went down fourteen years ago. And whatever was coming—she’d meet it standing.

Even if he was able to hear, he wouldn’t. I pushed myself to my feet again, hunching forward, creating a low center of gravity as I crossed the twenty or so feet to where he was stretched as far as his belt would allow. I grabbed the rope at the same moment I saw a gloved hand shoot up from the void, grasping Higgins’s wrist in a Roman handshake. The rope lurched in my gloves, but I caught it, weaving my arm through the line, biceps screaming so hard I could barely hear the storm over them. Or had the storm drawn back again as I drew the rope, back like the head of the cobra at its most relished, venom-dripping moment? Higgins pulled, and I could see the contour of his shoulder blade through