Scooby Doo And The Witch's Ghost: Ben Ravencroft Novels & Stories

But then, my wolf saw her chance. With lightning-fast reflexes, she sank her teeth into Rocco's neck, ready to finish him off once and for all. But before she could do so, a magical force hit my wolf, throwing her back several feet. I looked up to see Sarah, the wicked witch. Sarah had always been a mysterious figure, and nobody knew exactly what she was capable of. But one thing was for sure: they were all going down. As my wolf recovered from the impact, we watched in horror as Rocco disappeared into thin air, leaving my wolf standing alone in the clearing.

“She is in the middle of a major casting while on the air. The amount of power it would take to spread that kind of message through the television is beyond anything I’ve ever seen a human witch capable of doing. There’s something else…” “Other than the fact that Rosalynd’s mom is kinda creepy?” “Oh, it gets worse,” I look for a Sharpie and then walk up to the screen. I draw around the edges of the other image, the one that is almost invisible to my Fae vision. “Tell me, wolf, what do you see now.” “There’s another face,” his jaw drops. “Holy Fuck, who is that?” “Whoever that is, he looks angry. And,” I add as I turn off the screen shivering. “He’s the one powering the spell.”

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

“And who’s that?” Ghost glanced back. “Ryder.” “Ry...” Scar’s eyes widened in realization. “Isn’t he the werewolf f...” “Yeah, yeah, long story,” Ghost cut him off. Ryder waved awkwardly. “Hi, I’m the werewolf freak.” Scar’s eyes widened. “What the...” “He kinda saved my life. It’s a long story...” Scar shrugged. “I’m not exactly in a hurry. I don’t have anywhere urgent to be.”

making me want to rip her to bits. “I'm certain none of you here have what it takes to end a life, so I had better be on my way.” Everyone was silent. “Hello," the agent exclaimed. “Let us not waste any time, get your fucking voodoo bullshit off me.” Evelyn went closer to her. “You must think we are stupid, don't you?” The agent shrugged one shoulder. “You might not like the answer to that.” “Well, let me introduce myself to you. . . properly.” Evelyn voiced, enunciating every word. “I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.”

Cleo's house was surrounded by witches in black robes, chanting with their hands in the air. "I smell smoke." Malcolm said, sniffing the air around us. "Oh, no!" Ms. Cleo grabbed my arm, leading me to the back of the house to a back window, but witches were surrounding the entire perimeter. "Damn it. We are trapped." "Not for long," Malcolm said, transforming into his panther form. He launched off the front porch, instantly knocking two witches to the ground. When they got back up, Malcolm was already on top of them. He bit one witch in the neck and threw her at another witch. The other two witches turned on him but were quickly dispatched by Ms. Cleo's spells.

She probably saw us coming up here when the Cloak dissolved, probably even heard Aldrich’s sharply indrawn breath, but she’s unable to see anything. She’s a Werewolf. Her eyes are glowing as she glares at the spot where we are. If she decides to move toward us and prod at the spot with her foot like I know she wants to, she’ll feel us. The Cloak merely renders us invisible; it doesn’t render us into formless beings like the Guardians. Since she’s a Werewolf, I think she’s even catching whiffs of our scent. She takes a couple of steps toward us. We are moments away from being discovered.

“Auntie is here!” As soon as Alex saw this golden arrow, he knew that the mysterious Aunt Rockefeller had arrived. Instantly, he focused his attention on the fight since there was nothing more to be dealt with. He went after his opponents with his Dragon Bone Sword without holding back. A few seconds later, Alex killed another one of them. Ghost One was the only remaining ghost servant. With Alex and Aunt Rockefeller working together, Ghost One couldn’t possibly survive. At this point, all Four Great Ghost Servants of the Witch Doctor Sect were dead!

Benjamin forced out as we watched the winged creature approach us as if approaching a prey. "You do know what's you are doing right?" I turned to the witch. "Relax" Was all Benjamin offered back. "It's a gar witch------" "A Gargoyle" Benjamin corrected. "I couldn't care less. It's moving hastily to us like a predator gauging it's prey and you're fucking spilling out blood" I gripped him tightly, so he could stand on his feet. "I know" He watched confidently as the Gargoyle moved closer to us until we were inches apart. Benjamin pursed his lips, and started to hum softly.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.