Wendy The Good Little Witch Comic Book Novels & Stories

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

I take out my grimoire and shove it in my bag. I really don't feel like changing out of these sweatpants. They're comfortable. I decide to stay in them and I just pull my hair up and tie it in a messy bun. I start preparing mentally for the spell Kali and I will be practicing today. It was an assignment given to all the young witches and warlocks by the elders of our witch coven. The Mending Spell. It's a spell to fix broken things and it sounds easier than it is to actually perform.

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.

It shouldn’t be a problem today. I should find the witch that Alpha Stone of the Mystic Pack asked me to find. The witch of the Red Mountain was the only known witch who was able to escape the underworld alive. Aside from the money that Stone gave me, I accepted this offer because I had an agenda of my own. I wanted the witch to help me reach Soledad. I wanted to speak to her one more time and ask forgiveness for being the reason she was dead and for not being able to save her. Maybe only then could I finally free myself from the guilt.

Goddess knows where I was; no one would tell me anything. I saw Victor twice in the week I was there. He’d left me with a young woman; Wendy is her name. Wendy is a witch, and she made sure to cast protection spells around the cabin. She told me that no one would ever know we were there. Anyone who came across the place would see nothing but trees. I tried everything to get Wendy to talk to me. I wanted to know why she would help Victor in his ploy to destroy my mate. But Wendy wouldn’t say a word about it. All she’d tell me repeatedly was that she had no choice.

She thought it would take a while, but he approved it within seconds. * After the holiday ended, Winter was almost fully recovered. She had always been physically resilient so she bounced back fast. When she got to the newsroom, Wendy walked past Winter’s desk and casually tossed something onto it. “Here,” Wendy said. “I went hiking at a little chapel up in the hills over the break, and some old lady insisted I take this good luck charm. I don’t need it, so you can have it.” Winter caught it with both hands. It was the kind of charm people swore by, the kind you couldn’t just walk in and buy on a normal day.

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

The two guards sprouted their fangs and stared hostile expressions at each other. “Knock it off, you two”. Winston yelled zooming between the two. We got bigger problems than your egos. “He’s right you know.” The vampires looked toward the heaping pile of burning smoke as an Asian teenage girl with a long, pink mohawk wearing a blue, amber crop top. She emitted mystical energy from her hands. “Who the hell are you?” “Sardonyx Pryde. The last witch you’ll ever see”. The pink-haired enchantress floated three inches from the ground with an overconfident smirk on her face.

' He murmured under his breath. 'I'm fine. I'm alright.' Wendy offered and was given a dirty look in return. 'You have any idea of which should come first, how this works?' Louis asked her. Come on, she worked in a children's library and even though libraries shouldn't be a place for injuries, children and injuries were somewhat synonyms. She had to know. ' I can actually do it myself.' Wendy said. 'Tell me what to do, you stubborn witch. There's blood everywhere. Fancy bleeding to death?'

"Wendy loves me. This isn't over—" Wendy gave her answer right away, and it was a big, fat slap across Zack's face. "Don't listen to him, Felix. I don't like guys like him. He's just a toy. A toy I throw away once I'm bored of him." She held up her thermos and uncapped it. The air was filled with the aroma of mushroom and egg custard. "You must be hungry. I got this for you."