Hand Witch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

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.”

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

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

I shook my head, “I’m ready when you are.” I held my mom’s hands and we teleported to the ballroom. I walked into the room and got a drink. I looked around for a bit, but I didn’t feel anything. As witches, when we find our mate, it almost feels like a magnet is pulling us to them. We couldn’t stop it if we wanted to. Our bodies literally move involuntarily to him.

I stared at the already miserable body of Jacob which made me think where he must have seen the energy to keep talking. " Keep quiet " the other man pressed on an injured area to inflict more pain to Jacob. " No! " without hesitation, I rushed to Jacob and knelt before him. The strange feeling happened again, I used my palms to cover his rib area, after some meditations the injury in that area was gone. I immediately snapped out of it, the look on everyone's face asked the same thing ' how did you do that? ' . " Quinn, you never told me that you were a witch " Sabrina was the first to break the awkward silence.

I looked back at the woman, but I couldn’t see her anymore. The walls around us began to crumble, pieces falling to the ground with loud crashes. The dining table shook violently, and I tried to stand, but my legs felt like they were sinking into the floor. Everything was falling apart, like it always did. The happiness, the comfort, it was all slipping through my fingers, turning to dust before I could hold onto it.

I frowned when I started feeling dizzy. “What’s going on?” I looked around trying to gain control. “Ivana has used the vial potion which will stop the witches from using their powers for a time being” My eyes widened at that. Slowly all the witches started falling right in front of us. Falcon fell down. Even in his unconscious state, he dropped to his knees and protected the babies. Once everybody had fainted, Ivana laughed. An evil and vicious laugh. “You are so cruel. How can you do that to your own sister” I hissed at her.

She didn’t flinch—she only smiled wider. “You can’t touch me here,” she said. “This is my realm. Your strength means nothing.” “What do you want from her?” I demanded. The witch’s eyes glowed faintly red. “I want balance. She carries power that doesn’t belong to her. Power that was stolen. When the blood moon rises, I will take it back.” “Over my dead body.” “That,” she said, “is precisely the point.” The void began to collapse. The air split open, swallowing her laughter. Then, suddenly, I was falling again—through trees, wind, darkness—and slammed hard into the earth.

A dark presence oozed from her, filling my home with its malevolence. She lunged at me, her face contorted with rage. "Wren, what have you done to me? Why do I look like this?" I sidestepped her clumsy attack, and she fell. With her swollen belly impeding her movements, she struggled to rise. I walked over to her, my grip firm on her chin. "Don't play dumb, Joanna. You used the amulet to leech my life force, channeling all your pain into me. You built your fame as an anti-anxiety guru on my back!"