Wicked Witch Of The West And Flying Monkeys นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It takes an hour to get there,” Wicked cackles steal our attention, and we both stare up at the clouds and blink at the witches who are traveling on their broomsticks. “I didn’t know they traveled by broomstick...” I mumble. “Flying must feel amazing, freeing somehow,” I swear our city only gets weirder and weirder every week, and it seems like no one else is paying it any concern. Everyone is acting like normal when werewolves transform on the street, and I’m fairly certain it must result from mind-control. Maybe the magical creatures are doing something to our officers and leaders...

Several other little monkeys hopped along next to the bikes, and after circling the stage once, they all climbed up to face us. “I still feel scared,” Hannah whispered. “These are the famous Merry Monkeys, coming to you all the way from the deepest reaches of Lukoslavia!” the unicyclist called out. “I don’t think that’s a real place,” I said quietly. Hannah shrugged, as the monkeys climbed onto one another, making a monkey tower that reached at least six feet. The man stepped back and began tossing rings to the monkey at the top of the tower, who caught each one and passed it down to his buddies. Each monkey stuck out a leg or an arm, letting the little rings dangle from the extended appenda

I asked. "What kind of a question is that we are from the Westlands!" "No. Where are you from in this realm?" "We were teleported here from the Moon pack," the younger one replied. "You have packs here now?" one of the guardians asked. "Yes, werewolves have spread their tentacles to this realm now with the help of those bloody witches in the Eastlands." "Isidora?" Wulfgar Hawk said. "No. Evanore!" he snarled the name with evident hatred.

Now this sentence drew the attention of the other two women to her, “We want to know who she is.” “Why have you come to ask, perhaps you already know the answer?” Sierra smiled as she taunted. In her eyes werewolves were the most foolish of all creatures, they knew witches were cunny and could not be trusted, they kept witches away from their pack affairs but still came searching for them in private to fulfill their own lust.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Yes, I think it actually worked. “Guys, we managed to bring a monster down!” Kiran yells back at the witches, his expression jubilant. The witches, whose powers are significantly weakened by the Winter solstice, look exhausted from the effort. There were five pillar monsters who were still attacking with the same ferocity as before, and the witches haven’t seemed to have found the monsters’ fatal flaws, their Achilles heel, yet. “How?” Leita asks while she holds onto dear life on the back of a pillar monster with a magical rope around its neck. The sound of battle nearly drowns her voice.

The others do the same, dressing quickly, the pine trees and darkness our privacy. With the elk loaded into the mule wagon, we get ready to haul the heavy carcasses back to the village. As we tread deeper into the heart of the woods–Harla and Hanna driving the wagon, the rest of us in the back with our prizes–the moon is the only source of light through the shroud of trees. Then, ahead—we see a shimmer, a glow as well as movement that doesn’t belong. I use the mind-link to tell Hanna to halt the wagon. There, beyond the thicket, are the evil witches’ enchanted flying horses.

A sick game. "I told you," she whispered, her voice slicing through the air like a blade. She paused, letting the words sink in. "It was your lucky day." Then, with a terrible crack, she wrenched her mouth open even wider—too wide. A monstrous, gaping maw. "No—!" My scream caught in my throat as the witch bit down. Beth’s head tore clean off. Blood sprayed in a horrific arc, splattering across the walls, the floor—my face. Beth’s body twitched once, then went still, her lifeless form dropping to the ground with a sickening thud.

Aira’s POV “You guys are wicked !!” Danielle chuckled through our temporary group mindlink as he watched the eight witch fall into our trap and join the party to H E L L with her other seven friends. I am sure that they would have a pool party in burning oil and loads of fun with whips and forks. Haha. They deserved it. “Oh you haven’t seen ‘Wicked’ yet, dud,” Jax chuckled as everyone hid back in the shadows. “Ninth incoming in ten,” Danielle signaled.

My face was all serious with both my hands on my pockets trying to breathe fine. It’s another day to build up this hope that she will be back. Jethro still didn’t approve of what I just said to him the other day. I don’t know what came up to me that I suddenly uttered those words. Not wanting to sound like giving up, I immediately changed my mind. Some dark idea clouded my head that time. When he said that I should fly to my moon.