Witch Hazel Novelas e Histórias

Her consolation at the end of all of this was the fact that she was going to have Maeve's head. She was going to bring the rivalry between them to an end once and for all and she would also be doing humanity a favor at the same time. The fresh air Hazel had been breathing was slowly tainted by whiffs of cooking food. Hazel took in a deep breath inhaling the sweet yet deadly aroma of the food that would lead to the commencement of her plans. She smiled as she knew her plan was finally in motion. She was lured to sleep finally by the aroma around her and the calming breeze caressing her cheek.

I watched as Hazel's cute button nose scrunched up in disgust, the main reason being, the stench of the witch's breath. Raw anger shot through me as I saw fear glistening in my girl's beautiful hazel eyes. I involuntarily made a step forward. The witch hissed, her grip tightened around Hazel's neck, I watched as my girl's eyes rolled back into her head, as she now struggled to breathe. Hazel lifted her hands and made many futile attempts in trying to pry the witch's clutches from her neck.

Hazel asked "I'm sure he'll understand eventually." Hailey said "It's been almost two years, when is he going to let go?" Hazel asked "Sweetheart don't keep it in mind. I'm sure he'll come around eventually." Hailey said "When? What am I even saying? Even you were mad at me." "Hazel baby." "Excuse me mom." Hazel said walking away. Hazel Maximilian was not like the rest of the family, yes she was a wolf but also a witch. She was supposed to be a vampire but she wasn't, instead she was a witch not just any witch she was a seer.

You seem more comfortable when she's around. Hazel's expression softened at the mention of her furry companion. "Yes, that sounds perfect. Thank you, Zain." Hazel got up and began to prepare herself for the day, but a feeling of being adrift still swayed her thoughts. Yet, the prospect of escaping her thoughts for a while outside seemed like a lifeline. As she stepped into the bathroom, she couldn't help but steal a quick glance at her reflection in the mirror, hoping to find some reassurance of normalcy. Pressing on with her morning routine, she was abruptly interrupted by a sudden, searing pain shooting through her wrist.

Hazel wasn’t hard to find, she looked radiant in her black attire, the rich dark material contrasted sharply against the bright sky. “Daisy,” she called with a bright smile on her face. A tiny frown formed on my face, “I was hoping to scare you,” I muttered, folding my hands across my chest. “Oh honey, I’m a witch, I do the scaring,” she chuckled, pulling me into a tight hug. Hazel always gave the best hugs, it was like wrapping your body, in soft fluffy cotton, soaked in honeyed lavender and fresh citrus. “you look well,” she commented, tucking my hair behind my ears. I smiled, nodding as she observed my features.

I derive no joy making stoic facial expressions, it does not fit my hoe-ing personality. My lips immediately form into a grin as I find the little angel I’m looking for. More like a little mouse. To me, Hazel is that pure, white, new born mouse with pinkish nose unaware of the wicked world before her. One who leaps and wants to be among without knowing how not being part of it saves her soul. “Darling, hello!” I call, waving my hand in the air. Hazel hasn’t sighted me yet. Maybe she didn’t hear me. “Hazel, honey.” I call again, my voice louder this time.

DARIAN’S POV “You need to calm the fuck down or you’ll scare her again,” Onyx growled. Like I hadn't thought about that myself. Hazel was sticking her chin out, her brows were pointing down when her frown deepened and I knew that laughing wouldn't make the situation any better but she was too fucking cute. This was the Hazel I met at the Hunt, the one that I saw through the window of the car when I drove through her pack…the one I broke until the defiance was stripped from her core and she submitted.

she said simply. Hunter’s jaw clenched. “I don’t need your help, witch.” “Yes, you do,” Hazel said, not moving. “I have contacts in the black market and with several covens. I can get those ingredients faster than you ever could on your own. And some of those contacts?” She smirked slightly. “They might need a little brute force to cooperate. Which is where you come in.” “I would rather work alone,” Hunter said through gritted teeth. Hazel raised an eyebrow. “Then Astrid dies because you won’t get those ingredients in time without me.”

Servants had been too afraid to clean it up. My phone buzzed. A new message from the spy. **“Hazel is experiencing severe morning sickness. Doctor recommended complete rest and nutrition. She is hiding the pregnancy from everyone, including her family.”** I laughed softly, the sound echoing in the empty room. Perfect. The weaker she became, the easier it would be to strike. I raised my glass in a mock toast toward the city lights visible through my window. “To you, Hazel,” I whispered. “Enjoy your little secret while it lasts.”

Hazel stared at her reflection in the small mirror on the corner of her desk. A face without makeup, pale skin, and brown eyes that were painfully honest in a world that wasn’t. She pulled her hair back, adjusting her simple white blouse and oversized gray blazer. Nothing special. But strangely, her heart beat faster than usual. Hazel gently patted her chest, trying to calm herself. As she closed her laptop and hurried toward the door, she glanced out the office window. The sky in Herlington was cloudy, but the sun pierced through the clouds, as though shining directly on her — as if the world knew that today would change everything.