Novel & Cerita Twisted Wonderland

I decided to make a more low-key entrance, materializing a few blocks away from the Witches' pub, TwentyOne, before taking a leisurely stroll to the destination. The Witches, as I'd learned the hard way, weren't exactly fond of unannounced arrivals. TwentyOne, nestled in the vibrant heart of New Orleans, was a pub with a rich history and a name that, ironically, had nothing to do with the vices of gambling. The Witches of TwentyOne were part of a Coven that mirrored the ones I oversaw, albeit with their own distinct brand of magic.

‘What? ‘What are these things? There are so many strange lotuses. What the heck are these white, black, and translucent lotuses?’ Tiffany was baffled. Everything here was beyond the scope of her knowledge. The little guy under the Witch Cult had really surprised her too much. At the same time, the people below from the universe were also stunned.

Walking into the party made me look amazing , people kept swinging their heads backwards as we walked. I wouldn’t be surprised thou cause I was pretty and absolutely my first time here so the must be amazed and with jessie walking with me it must be fire cause she’s a quite popular here and she’s cool, I thought to myself. Coke or mojito? A stranger asked. Coke , I hesitated . Okay here he handed the drink over to me . I poured the drink out immediately, shit this has rum in it.

"Walk. Third door on the left." Lucy's mind raced. Rachel's team would have realized she was missing by now. William would be tearing the hospital apart. But these tunnels likely extended for blocks underground, connecting to other buildings, subway stations, parking structures. By the time they figured out where she'd gone, it would be too late. The third door opened into what looked like an abandoned surgical suite. Old equipment covered in dust sheets. Cracked tile floors. And in the center, sitting calmly in a folding chair, was Mirabel Carson.

And most importantly, what did they want with us? "I hope you can swim," the one at my back whose dark mask had red stitching on one cheek said. "Are we going for a swim?" My blonde friend asked. The other one chuckled, "Something like that." With a grimace, red stitching bent and pushed open a hole in the ground covered by a metal lid. The smell that wafted up was rancid. I covered my nose and my eyes watered. "What's in there?" Trish asked in a small, unsure voice.

The drive to Alex's residence was a peaceful, reflective one. My anxious thoughts were eased by the mellow sound of the engine and the flickering city lights outside. I was safe, and that gave me peace. However, doubts persisted. How could Alex have known that I was outside on my own, vulnerable? I didn't remember him from my wedding. I was astounded by the compound's grandeur as soon as we got to his house. Encircled by towering trees and perfectly trimmed lawns, the expansive estate covered several acres. Warm lighting glistened on the main house, a gorgeous modern villa.

--- ~ Weeks Later ~ Nicolas took me on a proper tour of the Witches Realm today. The moment we stepped beyond the main gates, I was completely mesmerized. The realm was alive with magic in the most breathtaking way. Floating lanterns of soft golden light drifted lazily through the air, following invisible currents like stars. Towering trees with leaves that shimmered in shades of silver and violet lined crystal-paved paths. Flowers bloomed in impossible colors, glowing softly and releasing sweet, calming fragrances whenever someone passed by.

It was time for them to part. Holding the end of the mystical rope Esmeray stood up and tugged, implying Vladimir to follow her. And to her surprise, Vladimir stood up without a protest. With a heavy heart, Esmeray headed towards the clearing past the trees. The clearing was shaped in a perfect circle with trees surrounding it. The clearing was the center of the Forest of Wonders where the portal to the Sacred Land of Witches was located and this was the last place Esmeray wanted to be in.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

He walked into a closet and a minute later, he came out dressed in a similar white shirt tucked into grey trousers and shiny black shoes. I saw faint bruising on my wrist, but I didn't have much time to think about it as he grabbed my other wrist and dragged me to the right and pushed open a wooden door. I was prepared to see a sketchy BDSM set-up, but I saw something stranger. This room had black carpet covering the floor and a huge throne was placed a step above the floor. It was a gilded throne with deep magenta cushions. There were various types of gemstones on the arms of the chair.