Hand Witch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Though the lady wanted this shifter to stay alive, it did not mean that he needed to be intact. “Please, let him go! Don’t hurt him, argh——” Jordan tried to push himself off the ground but the wolfsbane made it impossible for him to even sit up, thus when he tried to push his body off the ground, he only ended up falling on his face. “ He hasn’t done anything, never hurt a witch never killed anyone of your kind, let him go.” Jordan tried to beseech the witch, his hands and legs were trembling with the attempt of pushing himself from the ground but in the end, he could not even push himself from the ground and ended up falling against the wall.

She rasped, drinking in the moonshine that immediately healed all the injuries she'd sustained. Lerman raised his hands and she levitated from the ground and was suspended in the air. With the other hand, he made loops and she felt cold invisible chains clasp around her. "You're such a pretty little thing aren't you? You know I've done my research on you and I wasn't impressed. With your achievements, I expected you to be a powerful minx, but you're not even fit to be called a witch." He sneered, He clapped his hands together and she fell to the floor.

The moment I’m standing, I’m pretty sure I just… black out. I don’t remember jumping on his back and winding my forearm around his scrawny neck. I don’t realize we’re falling to the ground until the understanding of how frail he is hits me directly in the chest, turning the tide in my favor. I straddle his back, tangling my fingers in his long, white hair, and slam his face against the ground. Over and over. And, over. It’s rather cathartic, I have to admit. “Fallon!” I slam the Grand Wizard into the stone again and again until his body goes limp under mine. The sharp metallic tang of blood cuts through the ozone, no longer quickly whisked away by the wind.

She thrashed, gasped, clawed at the rope, her mouth opening but no words coming, only a choking gurgle. Above, I could hear Kavira sobbing, her voice trembling through her prayers. “Please… Vireya… please make it…” As the witch’s limbs went limp, her bloodied fingers slipping from the rope, I released her legs and stumbled back, panting. Zevarion immediately lowered the rope again, his movements swift and precise. I fumbled with the knot, fingers trembling, and then began to climb. My arms burned. Every pull upward felt heavier than the last. I was halfway through the window, my waist scraping the jagged stone, when chaos erupted below.

Her silver hair didn't fall; it drifted around her face like smoke in a stagnant room. "I can't—Victor, the weight. It’s gone." She reached for him, her fingers brushing the air. Her wedding ring slipped off her finger. It didn't clatter. It hovered between them, a small gold circle mocking the laws of the world. "The sensors are flatlining. Gravity isn't just fluctuating. It’s shutting off."

His wolf power radiated outward in waves that made the air shimmer. Sasha screamed and threw her own magic at him, but Hayden raised one hand and her spell simply stopped, suspended in the air like a fly trapped in amber. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying back at her. It hit her square in the chest and she crumpled, unconscious before she hit the ground. Miranda's body was still suspended slightly off the floor by the remnants of Daniel's magic. As his concentration broke, gravity reasserted itself. She started to fall.

Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall. Six large men were summoned by the call. Mathis nodded toward Udora. Linking his hands behind his back as though he were hapless man, and not the one commanding whatever horrible fate he was condemning her to. “No. No! Me! I’m the witch!” I shouted as I clawed at his sleeve. Shouting loud enough I could get everyone’s attention. Mathis looked at the Mayor. “Don’t listen to it. It’s that one's witchery.” He nodded toward Udora meaningfully. "I’ll correct her."

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves. They had already caused us to lose a lot of men and they seemed to be growing in number. I attacked with all my strength defeating four of the witches but they were still coming, I had to descend from the sky when I began to grow weak. I was using too much of my power as it was. I picked up a spear and continued my attack when I reached the ground, I watched as Declan was tearing people limb by limb and snapping them in two like twigs. I lost concentration for a second and as soon as I turned back, I was blasted away by a Witch.

CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV: MY NAME IS Clara Peterson and what you are about to read is the story of my life. However before we delve into the story proper, let me introduce you to my squad. We are more like a family. You dare one of us and you are taking on all of us. There is Ray Glazebrook, my boyfriend or anyways, soon to be boyfriend. He is a werewolf. Infact, he is the Alpha of a werewolf pack called the Kraits. He is immortal and very powerful. Then we have my best friend, Janet Johnson or as I like to call her JJ. She is a witch with the powers to control and manipulate storms. This means she can control lightning. We then have Ethan Vanderbilt, the only hybrid amidst us. He is both