Witch Hazel Novels & Stories

I tightened my jaw and forced myself to take a deep breath. “What the fuck did you just say, Hazel?” Elijah asked after she didn’t answer him. “Repeat what you fucking said.” She looked down at her lap and took a deep breath. “Look up at me and repeat it!” Elijah exclaimed, making her flinch. “Elijah…,” I spoke, but he growled. “No, Aiden,” he said angrily. “She will look up at me and she will fucking tell me that she wants to leave me.” Hazel did look up at him. She looked both scared and confused. Why was she confused?

He glanced at Hazel who had a glimmer of humor in her bloody eyes and a small chuckle escaped her lips without her meaning it to. This infuriated Jazzy. She marched over to Hazel and grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her air supply. As Hazle struggled for breath, Jazzy tightened her grip and peered deep into her red eyes. “Why the hell would these wolves be searching for a nobody like you if you truly don’t know anything?” Jazzy asked through her teeth. Hazel couldn’t speak; she could only gasp for breath and focus on not dying. After another second, Jazzy released her throat and stepped away, turning back to Paul.

He says, and I glare at him. Hazel's brows knit together in concern as she sits up, her gaze shifting between us. “What's going on?” She asks, her voice laced with worry. “When did I sleep off again?” I take a deep breath, my expression somber. “The witch told us something about you.” I begin, my words measured. “You're not just sick. You're a Dire wolf.” Hazel's facepalms herself. “I was present at the meeting, and so I know.”

Logan was also pleased. “I don’t want you to leave,” Hazel confessed, which sent a strange feeling fluttering in Logan’s chest. “But I know we have to for work.” She turned her gaze toward her apartment. “Oh, the flowers! I’ll go put those in water. Leave while I’m distracted.” It was a silly game that made Logan chuckled. “You’ll see me at work.” “But I won’t be able to hold you then,” Hazel said, slinking away from his arms. “Here, where no one can see, the temptation is too strong!” She laughed on her way to the couch. “Go now! Before it’s too late!”

Hunter muttered angrily. My blood went cold when I saw a drunk wolf approaching Hazel with two glasses of wine in his hands. I tightened my grip on my glass while watching that wolf going near to Hazel. Hazel stiffened and looked at him warily. He offered him a glass of wine, but she raised her glass, refusing his offer. Her posture was stiff, and her face was calm. The wolf leaned on the table and tried to take her glass away. She immediately stood up, and I also shot up on my feet.

In war, distraction is death. But my own distraction is elsewhere. Hazel. She’s on the far side of the ring, working drills with a partner, sweat slicking her skin, hair tied back in a rough knot that leaves strands clinging to her cheeks. She moves with an intensity that would be reckless if it weren’t so precise, every strike sharp, every pivot grounded. She’s not a recruit anymore. She’s earned her place among my warriors. She moves like a wolf ready to tear out throats.

But sadly, the healer requires the blood of a lady, which means Hazel. The same Hazel that has been serving us in the past. The same Hazel who has always been a nobody? If only this had happened earlier, I'm sure it wouldn’t have taken this long to get her head and blood into my bare hands. I sighed, moving closer to my baby. She lay on her back, hands stretched, legs stretched. Her black eyeballs were up, ahead of the white ones, refusing to close. I let out a sigh, looking at some white particles streaming out of her nose, down to her shrunken mouth, with a few little flies perching around it.

Eliza smiles at her, “Hazel, wonderful to see you. I need to check in with the second.” She grins and her teeth are all pointed, and her purple lips peel backwards creepily. Her nose was small, pointy and upturned, and her eyes that looked almost too large for her head, are iridescent compound eyes that bulge out of her skull with no eyelids. Her long whiplike tongue flashes out and licks them clean. Ash does his best not to flinch as she seems to be staring at him.

~ASHTON~ I observe the exact moment when the fruit begins to influence Hazel. Her pupils dilate, and a mysterious glow darkens her eyes, making her appear different. Her gaze shifts to me, now infused with a seductive intensity that wasn't there before. "Hazel," I whisper softly, my voice tinged with concern, as I tentatively meet her eyes. "Are you okay?" I have no firsthand experience of how it feels physically to consume that fruit. Although I understand it enhances her desire for intimacy, I'm also worried it might induce pain or discomfort, adding a layer of worry to my frustration.

So, as I shake my head, Hazel goes ahead and says, "If you think you are going to stop me from standing side by side with you in this war, you'd be surprised what I'm willing to do to make sure that I'll be there." She doesn't need to repeat herself for me to know how stubborn and relentless she is. "You know I can't let you go out there. They are coming after you, and the last thing I need is to be distracted because I have to keep you safe." I say to her, praying that for once she sees the logic. However, everyone except for her family are in for a surprise when Hazel starts chanting an incantation, "“By the shadows of Hekate’s torch,