Witch Hazel Novels & Stories

Once I knew that there was a human named Hazel whose blood could solve all my problems, I found her and made her mine. I took her to the werewolf domain to confirm if she is the Hazel the witch spoke about. She is a member of the Royal Crest Pack and she gives me information without my father brother's knowledge. Once that was achieved I brought Hazel back so I could take the blood and get what I want. I was not willing to let her go after that because I wouldn't want anyone, especially Logan to find out the great asset that she is. This is how everything is supposed to go but each time I set my eyes on her, I can't bring myself to hurt her. I can't bring myself to do the things that I would

Hazel. Hazel’s the witch that goes between werewolf, vampires and their people. She is like the intercept that goes through everyone and she is trusted. I have known her for years and we had a cordial relationship. I froze, my eyes narrowing as I watched her approach. She stopped a few feet away from me, her expression unreadable, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us thick and heavy. “I see you’ve made yourself at home,” she said, her voice soft but laced with something cold.

Although she’ll always be my little girl, she’s become a woman in so many ways in the past year. I find myself noticing Hazel’s figure, or breathing in her scent when she’s near me. She smells like vanilla and coconut, like a sweet confection. With her pale white skin, crystal blue eyes and bright fiery hair, she looks like one, too. Something delicate and rich, like spun sugar. My eyes wander to the fine bones of her wrists, or the long stretch of her neck, or the surprisingly full globes of her breasts, and I have to blink and look away, catching myself with shame.

The return of their Luna, the compromise of their Alpha and Luna, and the developing quality of the pack had revived a soul of solidarity and flexibility. One fresh morning, as the sun sifted through the trees, casting long shadows over the woodland floor, a delivery person arrived bearing news that sent swells of energy through the pack. Aveline's closest companion and confidante, Hazel, was returning to Whispering Woods. Hazel, a talented toxophilite and scout, had been absent on a mission, gathering insights on the Shadowlands and looking for potential partners. Her return was a welcome boost to their assurance, and Aveline couldn't hold up to be rejoined with her companion.

Hazel shouted. Her vision blurred. Her heartbeat roared in her ears. The world around her twisted. The trees shifted. The air thickened. One moment she was in the forest. The next… she wasn’t. The ground beneath her changed. The scent of damp leaves disappeared. Instead, she smelled something else—smoke, ash, something burning. Hazel stumbled, falling to her knees. She touched the ground—stone, not dirt. She looked up and gasped. She wasn’t in the forest anymore.

Hazel: I suddenly fell to the floor unable to breath. "Hazel" Aaron called, his voice sharp. "Hazel, Hazel hey listen to me" He shouted as he bent over and jolted me. He was confused but he still tried to maintain his composure as he tried to keep me awake but I could barely hear or see him. Although it was dark and I couldn't see clearly but for the first time, I saw a tiny bit of fear in his eyes but it disappeared quickly and the confused expression took over.

So, at times, not getting one was a good thing. However, she couldn’t help but feel panicked. After all, her seer ancestor was very good, a prodigy, but she was taking so long. She didn’t want to be slow when so much was at stake. One day, Hazel came back from one of her outings and brought a bag full of herbs. As a witch, Hazel loved playing with all sorts of potions. That was something that she didn’t understand, to be honest, but whenever she had time, Elowyn loved listening to Hazel explaining all kinds of uses of the potions that she always makes.

I have to help my friend. The witch walks through the house like she knows it, and lands at Hazel’s office. She turns the knob and opens the door. Hazel looks up from a book she has open in front of her. “You escaped?” She asks calmly and the witch nods, “Obviously.” She says angrily, slowly walking around the door and closing it behind her. Then she says something softly and a blue sheer light encases the door.

Hazel wiped furiously at her face before looking at me with years of obsession burning openly behind her eyes now. “No,” she whispered shakily. “For once, I’m finally telling the truth.” A sick feeling crawled violently through my stomach. Hazel took another unsteady breath. “I’m a witch.” Silence swallowed the room completely. I stared at her, actually stared at her, trying desperately to connect the girl I grew up protecting with the person standing in front of me now. “What?” “I was the one controlling the rogue wolves that attacked you and Celeste at the orphanage,” she confessed bitterly. “And I was furious when you saved her that day because if she had died then, it would’ve spared me

Hazel was busy taking care of Cecil in the one-person, private hospital ward. She was doing the same routine things she'd been doing in the past week, but for some reason, she felt that something was off today, as though something she thought she'd always had in her hand was slowly slipping out of her control. Cecil was behaving as usual. "Can I come and stay at your villa after getting discharged from the hospital today? I promise that I'll stay in the guest room like last time so that Mr. Blanchard won't get mad."