Ranni The Witch Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Connery called from within, his tone deliberately casual, but the tension beneath making a lie of it. Meguitte entered the house and paused in the open archway into the parlor, pressing the back of her hand to her nose. The smell of potpourri and air freshener made her eyes sting so that it took a moment for her to take in the unusual decoration coating the room. The walls were draped in spiderweb, curtains of it hung from the ceiling fixtures, leading back to where a woman was entirely netted beneath sticky strands and pinned into a corner. “Oh,” Meguitte was crushed by the sight. Even covered in the white net, she recognized the witch by the scars on her face. “Bianca. What have you done?”

Cream painted walls glistened with a brush of gold flecks stressing the Lycan Kings fortune. The witch moved quickly up the staircase that was made of amazon rosewood- which is exotic and rare- and embedded in diamonds. Portraits of Lycans during war clung to the walls. Some large and others small. I ask, "And your name is?" The witch glances at me and smiles slightly. "Sophia Storm," she introduces, taking a left up the stairs and walking down a corridor. Nia stirs within me, my ears now perked and nose held high, sensing something. Danger? No, her reaction would be different. I sniffed the air, my eyes drifting shut to feel what she is sensing, and I found it.

"It might seem a little creepy." Claude looked around the room and couldn't help but agree. It looked like Halloween had thrown a party in there. There were black curtains covering the windows, cobwebs in the corners, and a skull sitting on a shelf. But despite all of that, there was something oddly charming about it. "It's lovely," Claude said, smiling. Nuella grinned and then walked over to her bed. She pushed it away from the wall, revealing a large section of black wallpaper covered in skulls. "I thought about what you said about witches," Nuella said as she began to rip the wallpaper off the wall. "And I realized that I had something that might interest you."

Asthon wraps his arms around my waist. “ Yes unfortunately you just lost me” “ Damn to a bathroom, that hurt” he whispered before walking back into the room to start unpacking. After that, we spent the rest of the day touring the place and meeting most of the people who live there, I finally met Jamilla’s parents and they are the sweetest couple now I see how she got her personality. By the end of the day, I knew why the witches stay away from other species and live their own lives, which I don't blame them and it looks so peaceful compared to being at the packhouse, not that I would give up my members but for a day or two I will gladly enjoy the peace while doing business.

I could feel it, the weight of unseen eyes pressing against my skin. We stepped into a clearing, and my breath hitched. A vast wall, half-swallowed by creeping ivy, loomed before us. Murals. I moved closer, brushing away the leaves with trembling fingers. Time had chipped away at the paint, but the images remained hauntingly clear. A witch, her arms outstretched, her hair billowing like wildfire. A werewolf, his golden eyes alight with hunger. He knelt before her, hands clasped, devotion etched into his face.

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

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.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

I will what looks like a ball of light into his head, and he explodes into ash just as Ransom and Walt break down the door to my suite. Walt is Ransoms beta, he helped train my in hand-to-hand combat, and his mate is a witch. No one moves for a moment, I watch Ransom take in the scene, and understanding washes over him. Ransom never forgets details, so I know he remembers what I told him about the cavern and how I got my mark. He turns to walk and begins issuing orders. I take a moment to reset the protection spells, at least around my room, before sinking into the now running over bathtub. I don’t bother with towels, I use my magic to clean up the water on the floor. I sink down under the w

Gail closed her bedroom door and leaned against it. Despite her best attempts, the guilt flooded her. The witches had all but declared war on the werewolves. Worse yet, it seemed they were winning. Gail had no doubts that the coven controlling all werewolves in the area, or possibly the country, wasn’t a good thing. But what could she do about it? She took down the box from the closet with the idea to toss the charm in there, but when she saw the pictures, she hesitated. Gail plopped down on the bed next to the box. She picked up one photograph.