Mabel Land Novels & Stories

I look down at Mabel. ‘You’re a witch?’ ‘Shh.’ She smiles. ‘This way.’ She waves. We follow her through the shallow, murky water. I can hear the sounds of frogs and rats. May is shaking like a leaf at the number of cobwebs and spiders we pass. The one cave now has three different tunnels. We stop and stare at the three tunnels. ‘Which one is the right way?’ I ask Mabel. ‘Always keep to the left on the way in and keep to the right on the way out.’

I muttered. It was a thread. A thin, frayed one—but I’d take it. I had had enough. Back in the car, I pulled out my laptop and started digging. Ran the name through every registry I could get my hands on. Searched through database after database until my eyes burned. Connecticut’s a small state, but you'd be surprised how many Mabels live in it. I found twelve. Twelve damn Mabels. I visited every single one.

It'd always been me, and my plants in my small part of the world. Mabel was the only other person in that world. We grew up as friends— sisters, if I must admit. That was why my world shattered when she suddenly disappeared on me six years ago. It felt like I was alone in this lonely world, with no parents, siblings, or friend. My joy knew no bounds when we reconnected three months later—and we haven’t lost touch since. Mabel stood in the restaurant, giving me reasons why I should attend the yacht party. I gave flimsy excuses, but she tackled it. Then she talked about something I had tucked away, hidden in a dark chest for the last six years.

“Same.” “Um…” She paused, studying everyone here. We were making her uncomfortable. “Mabel is out of London. She was spotted in California last night. She managed to recruit about two powerful witches so far. She’s in California to get all her materials before the big day. She is planning on doing moon magic on the full moon. It is very dangerous, especially for what she is attempting. I have a plan for when she gets caught and we successfully stop her from performing and another for if we fail and she does open a portal between the living and the dead. But that would require you using your pendant.” Duh! Moon dust pendant, moon magic, full moon… all of this was related and matched perfectly

Mabel handed the phone to the person who was before her then she said in a hushed tone, "That's Ava, she gives me creeps. I want her dead...or maybe alive to be tortured first before she gets killed." Her face showed seriousness and anger, "She looks so beautiful! Did she come from Pluto or venus? Just like a Greek goddess, I could go down with her firstly before I execute killing hee. I can't just let such beauty spill away by me without inserting my greasy liquid in her," the man laughed and Mabel sighed. "Do whatever you want to do to her, you can even rip it into pieces and bore her hole so deep! I don't care," Mabel spat from her mouth, rolling her eyes as he placed her purse on the des

Zane’s POV "We should visit your parents more often." River water still clung to her hair. I felt the cool strands against my neck as I carried her up the trail. The falls roared behind us. My boots sank into soft earth where our bodies had pressed the grass flat. Two pairs of shoes still sat on the cliff. I did not go back for them. "I want to bring flowers," Mabel said. She tucked closer in my arms. "And thank them. That place helps me think. I see things clear there."

With the journey being like this, i wondered what the north would look like. Would it be a village or an urbanized city? Would it be rurally local or developed at least with social amenities. I kept on wondering to my self. “Hey, you ever been up north before?” I asked Mabel casually and she shrugged. “A couple of times I think, last year when we went on a hunting expedition. Alpha Alex and thirty other soldiers, we were hunting down wild bears.” I looked at her, almost exited. “Wild bears? So you left the usual pack surroundings and went up north to hunt wild bears?” I kept on asking questions and I felt Mabel would really feel I was crazy.

Chapter 36 Mabel got out of her car, holding her phone in her hand, completely lost in thought. As she walked toward the entrance of the mansion, her mind spiraled, replaying every conversation she had ever had with Liam. She stepped inside quietly. All she wanted was to get to her room and lie down. “Hey, are you okay?” Riele asked, gently grabbing Mabel’s hand. Snapping back to the present, Mabel blinked. “Uhmm… I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Why? Because it was Maverick who stood in front of me with a weird smile. Seeing him brought back memories from today and my blood almost boiled at the sight of him. Just what was he doing here? "Hey Arabella," he said as he wiped the sweat off his face and got off the cycle. I just gave him a forced smile. "Hi, Maverick." "I didn't know you lived here." He said looking around. I shrugged. "I could say the same to you"

I didn’t know any of the titles, but I was eager to spend the rest of the day here… “You found my favourite place." A voice spoke, and I spun around, heart lurching while preparing to spew out the most believable excuse I could when I saw Mabel standing at the door. She looked different than she did yesterday. It was almost like she was softer now. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly, stepping away from the shelves. “I didn’t know it was a private place." She waved it off. “It’s not," she said, stepping inside the room and shutting the door behind her. “It’s just that most people don’t come here. They are too busy training or gossiping."