Hand Witch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

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.

She watched every move: who drove, who opened the back door, where the crates went. She couldn’t risk getting too close yet. But she needed eyes on what was inside those boxes. That meant one thing: setting bait. Thursday morning, she slipped into the gym again. No one stopped her this time. She wore her hoodie low, her steps easy. A few of the guys nodded at her now. She was becoming familiar—and that made people careless. In the back hallway near the equipment closet, she found what she was looking for: a weak spot. An old security camera, slightly tilted, barely functioning. And just below it, a cracked maintenance door Drew probably thought no one noticed.

“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 almost jump in excitement with my great and genius choice of word to cover up what it really meant. " I doubt that",he said still not believing me. I need to get out of here! I can feel getting closer to this guy will only bring me bad luck and I don't need it after what happened to my mom. His grip loosen in my wrist which sends me a que to run. " Look! There's a flying fairy!" I pointed my hands in the far hall way. When he look at the place I run towards the path leading to the dormitory.

“In a Macabre Waltz they twist and twine, Chains of despair in a haunting design. In the silent waltz of the night’s embrace, Whispering doom, each step a chilling trance. In the waltz of echoes, memories splinter, Souls shatter, lost in the void’s sinister winter. In the palace halls, where secrets steep, The eldest princess’ curse, her word to keep” I made eye contact with my brothers and sisters. “You have my debt. Call me if you need anything, and I will come.” Family may have failed me, but my found family, my coven, they have always been there if I need them. Who needs birth or money when you have magyck? And who would give any power up for people who would turn on you, when you can ke

" The platinum-blonde-haired witch wanted to get up, but her legs couldn't support her weight, and she fell back onto the sofa. "I don't think you'll be able to get up right away," Bianca said, worried. The young woman wanted to get up to approach her, but Black put a hand firmly on her shoulder to prevent her from getting up. The wolf's growls echoed around the room, and Dhara leaped to her feet to help her sister. They had taken too long, and the Mad One was losing patience. Bianca had raised an eyebrow at the Alpha and began to open her mouth to say something. However, the words didn't leave her lips when Dhara wobbled and nearly crushed Darya under her weight.

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

A third witch raised her skeletal hand and Dante's chest seized —he started hyperventilating, like she was squeezing his heart from ten feet away. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t shift. The mud is up to his knees now, Another witch lifted one finger, and the mud turned into chains that wrap around his shoulders and yank him backwards. He fights with everything he has—punching, kicking, clawing with human fingers that aren't enough—Ther started dragging him toward that open grave with his name on it. The edge of the grave crumbled under his feet. Then something massive hits the circle like a freight train made of fury.

I tightened my grip on Giofré’s hand beside me before the feeling of his grasp suddenly diminished. Fluttering my eyes open, I felt the whole sensation of my body—cold and drenched from the rain. I was lying on the ground, feeling the mud covered my side. My vision was blurry and as my eyes started to adjust, everything became clearer. I witnessed the scene unfolding in front of me; the witches holding each others’ hands while chanting the spell, the wild wind brushing on them as they tried to prevent the dark soul from nearing them. Then suddenly, Lucas and Weston came running to their side, holding the gemstone as a witch took it.