Twisted-wonderland Novels Novels & Stories

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Later that morning, the temptation and the crazy thoughts were gone and I could only pray that they’d never return. Author Note: Dear gentle readers, this author can hardly believe that Book 2 of TTWA series is now officially completed! How are you all doing? If there is a third book called Mad Witch, will you read it? Once again, this author would like to thank everyone for their supports to his stories especially the A.R. WereWorld series! Have a splendid day!

“Thank you.” “Do you want me to assist you?” Tyron offered. “No need.” Gwen answered, smiling. “I think I can manage on my own.” Gwen walked back to her room with the book and closed the door behind her. She sat down on her seat and sighed, then glanced at the book. It was dark-covered, and the title was written in a language she couldn’t understand. When she opened the book though, she could read what was written inside. There were so many chapters of different spells, and most if not all made use of blood. The more she flipped pages, the more shocked she became. She didn’t know if she should feel disgusted at the gory acts or in awe of how it is carried out.

I wait for the night guard to finish his shift, feeling both annoyed and tired. When I first came to Mistfall Wilderness Camp, a punishment doled out by a judge because my stepmother, Dolores, had accused me of trying to murder her, I had every intention of escaping. I had also not known at that point that a lot of events had been engineered for me to end up at this camp: a camp which is actually a school for the supernatural, built on a series of islands on multiple combined lakes. That’s what I’ve been told at least, ever since my own abilities manifested.

AFTER 2 DAYS SHAWNA'S POV: The secrets that were hidden in the book of 'Elis' were the deep facts of the birth of these Witchlands. I have understood now, why these books have been kept hidden so far. I have learned a lot about the golden wand and its powers with the help of this book. Today I must bond with the golden wand to gain its absolute powers. Making it bond to me will bind the wand to obey me only and my powers won't be in limitations anymore. I was happy and excited.

Terrence explained. I couldn't comprehend how twisted Natalia had become. She kidnapped Amelia and now she’s even spying on me. What more could she want?

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The gallery's large doors and broad body guards signed a hint at an exclusive, invitation-only establishment, The quiet, dark road seemed to give her some sort of comfort She called the supposed driver, Taylor to come pick her up at the front of the event as she decided to take a stroll down the quiet road of New York to clear her head. As she walked out into the chill of the night air, the faint hum of the city in the distance only added to the sense of aloneness. The deserted street stretched out before her like a private walk, leading her deeper into the night, gazing up at the bright, beautiful night sky, her mind drifted to the last statement Sebastian made about her, and she felt a str

A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize. Alessandro wasn’t just another man — he was the first one to ever make me wonder what it would feel like to lose control. To surrender. The thought hit me like a punch. I’d spent years building walls, shaping myself into a woman of steel — the girl who clawed her way into law school, who worked twice as hard, who never let anyone see her break. All because of one night. I was ten years old, peering down the staircase of our family home. The air smelled of whiskey and smoke, and the faint sound of a TV buzzed from the living room.

he said, pointing to the book in my hands. “What a peculiar title. Descendants of the Moon.” "There is? Oh, yes. It's a fantasy book,” I told him, not wanting to go into details. The less humans knew about us, the safer our species was. "Fascinating. Is it about witch fairies and evil queens?” he asked, sitting down in front of me. I laughed. “More about wolves,” I said, closing the book. "Interesting. I am a cryptozoologist and parapsychologist. I study the supernatural. The name is Wendell.” He handed me his card.