Hand Witch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"

Five witches began to chant in unison and Rhazien immediately began to groan in pain as he slowly fell on his knees. A Witch pulled out a dagger from nowhere and she unsheathed it to reveal the sparking blue blade. She slowly walked towards Rhazien who was struggling on his knees to break free from the effect of the spell. She brought the dagger down to stab Rhazien. *** My eyes shot open immediately and I looked down to see a large cauldron filled with boiling liquid silver. I panicked and shouted till I realized I wasn't falling into it. That was when I felt the metallic sting on my neck and I saw that I was strung up with silver chains.

“Because next time it happens, there will not be a circle or watchers or controlled ground. There will only be blood, so you will do it again.” Lucas growled, fists flexing. “If she falls, that’s on you.” The witch ignored him. “Stand, girl.” I forced myself up on shaking legs. My whole body screamed but I lifted my hands again. Sparks flickered weakly. This time, the sparks were small and faint but it was steady and controlled. My arms shook so badly I thought they’d snap but I held it. For a breath, then for two. Then finally, with one last gasp, I let them fade.

To be the helpful friend, who cares about her grades and shit. The liquid in the basin clears up further and Willow seems to close. Within reach. And I can’t help myself. I thrust my hands into the bowl, reaching for her. Lightning flashes and the candles in the room go off. The witch gasps and I’m hit with an electrifying sensation. I pull my hands out of the bowl and fall backwards. The next moment, I’m retching onto the carpet. Mitch sighs. “Putting your hands in the bowl is a bad idea. Why would you do that?”

Damien said in my ear. A bright light suddenly blinded us all. Holding my hands up I could see Samantha lifting from the rock, her whole body aglow. Her body moved so that it was standing upright and it was then that we all fell to our knees. A woman appeared out of thin air dressed in all white. Her long black hair flowing in a breeze that only she could feel.

Pandora swung hers fast enough, cutting her face, and breaking her nose. The witch wailed, stumbling back and falling. Pandora jumped on her and ripping through her face, and her whole body. The witch jerked in pain but only managed to throw Pandora off. She sprung back to her feet and couldn’t stay on it. She fell back down immediately. She turned back to her human form.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

the witch groaned as she made another turn in the hammock, to which gently swayed and creaked. Her long, white hair draped down and touched the ground. She almost fell down the hammock due to her turnovers, but fortunately she didn’t. “No… don’t…” the witch murmured as her body trembled, as if she recalled something extremely terrible. “Hahahaha! Look at how she has fallen!” a voice in her ears spoke while laughing. “Do you want to tie her up?” another voice asked. “No. She can’t even lift a finger now… let’s leave her here.” another person said.

I fell on the grass, right after getting out, Jayson following soon after, the force of gravity pulling him down. 'Oh my! ' My eyes snapped up to Addanc. Taking in his two balls of nothingness. Blinking twice in an attempt to get a clear vision, I spotted Tamara, her elbow gripped tightly by the wizard's right hand. On the other side, Janette, stood shaking and whimpering. Her mouth was wide open as she looked at her mate whose expression mirrored nothing but raw anger. The grass couldn't let us see clearly up to their feet. 'Let them go. ' The utterance was supposed to sound thunderous but instead it came out as a moan. My throat had become sore and my jaw was dead beat.

KIARAS POV It’s been two months now since I arrived here at the White Haven Coven. Though, it definitely has felt longer. My first week here was tough trying to just fit in. There are definitely some witches and warlocks that made it their life’s mission to make me miserable. What gets me the most is that it’s mainly adults that have an issue with me. Aunt Karina told me to ignore them. That they are just jealous because I can tap into magic no one else can without using dark magic which would also cause them to lose their powers a lot faster. Not for me because dark magic was used to create me, so I get all the benefits and as far as we know, none of the downfall. Eventually, I lost my temp