Ranni The Witch Wallpaper Novels & Stories

"What do we do?" "We have to clean it! It doesn't look deep so he'll heal by the morning." Suddenly I felt an ice-cold sensation. It was all over my body. It felt dark and wicked. I walked up to the double French window and I moved the curtain. I saw Gidian and around 20 more wolves getting ready to fight the four witches that stood before them. I saw another one joining them, it's the same rotten bitch that licked my face earlier. Fucking witch!

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

try to comfort him. Axel spins and growls at me. "Next time? NEXT TIME!" I shrug, taking another bite of my pancakes. "You should sit down and try some of these. Marigold is an amazing cook." Huffing at all of us, Axel keeps his distance, standing on the other side of the room and glaring out the window as light rain begins to fall. "How long do you think they will be gone?" The table of witches begins to cackle simultaneously.

She didn’t flinch. Of course she wouldn’t. “And why can’t we just have Nyx burn down the building?” she added, tossing a glance over her shoulder. I didn’t answer immediately. I let my eyes scan the room, watching the way the shadows danced against the peeling wallpaper and the terrified huddle of women who thought they were untouchable. Windows cracked from the alarm’s chaos, witches frozen in confusion, their fingers twitching as they tried to find the thread of a spell that was already failing them.

Because, as the saying goes, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. If the witches are teaming up with wolves once again, I need to hurry and speed up my plans. I was keeping a low profile and building up my own pack. I guess this little witch is what I need for my plans. Maybe having her as a mate won’t be so bad after all. *** Hana’s POV

After four attempts, I finally smashed my way in and froze in place at what I saw. The walls were covered in writing from various languages, much like those in Marcus's house. There was no doubt they were witch spells. On one side of the room lay different candles and torn pieces of white cloth. The room had no bed, and the windows were also draped with this same white fabric. One wall was plastered with various pictures. My eyes widened as I recognized them—they were pictures of me, Saint, Tom, Blake, and... I yanked a picture off the wall—it was Anto's!

Symbols that don’t belong to any common language. A faint ripple moves across the surface of the glass, distorting her reflection. The room dims around her, shadows pulling inward as if the mirror is drawing in the light. Then a figure begins to form behind the glass. The silhouette of a woman. Irena lowers her hand and bows her head. “Mother Witch,” she whispers. Mother Witch—Rowena—smiles from the mirror. “Irena. Did you receive the box?” “Yes. Is it—” “Yes. Use it when the time is right.”

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

It was creepy gothic. "How do you know my name?" Kim demanded preparing to launch herself at the weird woman "Wrong question. The right question would be who am I? And what can I do for you? But I'll save us some time by answering them both. I am Raven. A dark witch. Or should I say, thee best dark witch. Oh by the way, sorry for slamming you into that wall. You vampires are fast, I didn't have another more polite method of stopping you" she said casually. Kim tilted her head not following the point of this "Oh yes as to what I can do for you, well I can save him" Raven added pointing a thin pale finger to Talons body. His eyes were closed and his breaths sounded more shallow erratic. Kim de