Witch Hazel Novels & Stories

The girl said. Hazel immediately took advantage of Chase's distraction. She checked if her mask was firmly on place first before gathering her things up. She could hear Chase talking to the girl but she didn't pay attention to what he was saying. She had to get away from him, from the place. After gathering her things up, she quickly evaded him and ran towards the stairs. "Hey, wait!" He called. "Chase!" The girl whined again.

At 5 foot 10, she doesn’t need any more height, but she still wears 5-inch heels to accentuate her lean body, which what I wouldn’t give to add a few inches to my 5’5 inch height. She may be a high-maintenance and a mommy and daddy’s spoiled little girl, but looks can be deceiving. At 17 years old, Hazel is one of the most loved, soon-to-be high-ranking she-wolves in our pack. She is the Valedictorian of her senior class this year and was voted the most likely to succeed she-wolf in school. She is on the debate team, editor of the school newspaper, and even on the student council. She is the picture-perfect Gamma’s daughter. Her sweet and caring personality is like a magnet for everyone she

Hazel’s Point of View There was a pin-drop silence. No one dared to utter a single word. “Well, since no one has anything to say here, let me go ahead and introduce you all to my wife and the Luna of this pack,” Ovian said, his cold voice ringing through the hall. He suddenly placed his hand on my shoulder. My body jolted in fear. I almost lost my balance. “ Hazel, let me introduce them all to you.” He pointed at everyone sitting across the table.

Hazel quickly finished her shower and went inside the room to dress. As she opened her box to pick out an outfit, Zeus came inside the room. “Be fast Hazel” Zeus said to her with a straight face. Hazel hastened her movement as she picked out a short blue gown and her underwear. Zeus moved outside after talking. When the Jet landed, Zeus came out of the jet first and his eyes narrowed as he saw his friend and one of his mistresses coming toward him.

"What am I going to do? I can't go around like this. I'm supposed to be Sly's Luna? How can I pretend to be a wolf when I look like...like...." Hazel squeezes me from behind, her eyes dancing with light. “Watch this,” she points towards our reflections. While my appearance remains supernaturally bright, hers dims slowly, her hair taking a more tawny color, her eyes returning to a more basic hazel instead of burning pools of honeyed light. Soon the transformation is perfect and Hazel is just…Hazel. "You can do this too," look, I'll show you."

Moon Shadow castle~Hazel’s suite The soft morning light crept through the window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's serene face. Her hair, a rich brown hue, was indeed messed, sprawled across the pillow in every direction. A few strands had escaped her head, framing her face like a halo. Her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, and her lips, painted with soft pink, curled into a subtle smile. The bed sheets were tangled around her, a testament to a restless night's sleep. Yet, despite the disheveled appearance, Hazel exuded a peaceful aura, as if she had finally found solace in slumber.

He walked to the front door and knocked on it. After a few moments, a certain middle-aged woman came out; she was dressed casually like any other person would. Hazel was slightly disappointed; she expected something more from the stories she was told as a child, but standing right in front of them was the witch. She could feel an Erie energy from her. The witch looked at Hazel, then at Draven; she smiled at him before looking at her once more; her eyes gave a blue hue. "Welcome, Hazel"

Spider explained but my eyes were already on the file, my brows creasing together as I stared at one information to another Hazel Williams, twenty-eight years old, owns a boutique here in NYC. My hand dug into my scalp as I read her information one after the other, my eyes shifting to another ID of her that Spider must have gotten, she looked way older here with dark brown hair, cascading down her shoulder. She was not on glasses right here but you could tell it was the same person on the previous ID

James asked, crawling closer to Hazel, ignoring the people who were starting to gather around them. Hazel turned her head and moved slightly away from James. “I'm fine,” she said. Now it was James' turn to stare at Hazel, stunned. Hazel's eyes were exactly like Zia's. They were gray with perfect double eyelids and long eyebrows. “Why did you save me?” James asked softly without looking away from Zia's eyes. “It was just a reflex,” she replied. “What's your name?” “I'm Z... I mean Hazel.” Hazel was nervous about her new name. But she had to get used to being around James and act casual.

“I understand.” “Great.” Then Hazel smiled at me. “Hey, what’s that in your hair?” Hazel suddenly reached out to pick something off my hair. Since her arm wasn’t long enough, she leaned towards me, finally managing to pluck it off. Shocked by her action, I hurriedly reminded her, “Hazel, be careful while driving—” “Ah! Watch out!” I had startled Hazel, and only then did she realize that there was a downhill slope ahead, where a red traffic light sat at the bottom of it, with quite a few cars waiting at the junction.