Witch Hazel Novels & Stories

She held him and pulled him out with her. I heaved a sigh after they left. It was definitely so crazy to be in love with your best friend's fiancé though they were getting married in a week. I hated myself for it, so much! Oh my gosh! Where on Earth did I place my manners? How could I have forgotten to introduce myself to you lovely people? I’m so sorry about that– I'm Hazel Evan, 26 years old. My parents (wherever they were right now; dead or alive, I had no idea), they would've clearly named me Hazel because of the beautiful upturned hazel eyes I possessed that complimented my long, beachy waves, dark brown hair (though it was mostly straightened).

From the corner of my eye, I could see Natasha looking out the window vividly to catch a glimpse of her and I found myself joining her silently. When we finally got a glimpse of her, we both had different reaction, Hazel was dress in a long red gown that clasped on her body, revealing every little curve on her beautiful being, she had on a silver necklace and from the mere look at it, I could tell it wasn’t expensive and an invisible force urged me to take her to any open jewelry store and buy her a diamond but I controlled myself. Her hair was up in a bun with a few curls dropping on her cheeks, she looked so tantalizing in her simple wear that she took my very breath away.

But Hazel was their friend, and they knew how hard she worked in order to get Hanz’s attention. Hazel Trent was the class monitor of Class One. In the school, she ranked third, just behind Yan Bouchard. Also, even if she belonged to one of the richest families in Altair as well, she behaved like a scholar student. She wore the school uniform properly, and acted as a good leader. Since Year One, she had fallen for Hanz Jensen, but the boy never paid her attention, which was okay. After all, Hanz Jensen paid attention to no one.

"Who else is coming?" "Hey girl," I hear a familiar voice holler. I turn around to see Hazel and Marc entering the backyard. Hazel looks so different! Her eyes are a lavender color. I like these contacts better than the demonic red ones she wore before. Her hair is a darker shade of purple, and she has removed several of the piercings she had in her face and looks so much more girly than I remember her looking. "Wow, Hazel. You look so different. Good, different," I add with a smile.

I was tucking Lucas into our bed and didn't think she would leave. Damnit! Stay with the family! I'm going to find her! I've never been so afraid in my life. It wasn't supposed to happen this soon! Hazel said three thousand people had already died in the vision. She couldn't recall how she got into the forest, but now she is giving herself up. My stomach churns at the realization. Hazel is sacrificing herself before the war even starts. I run on all fours, paws pounding against the ground harder than my heart beats in my chest. I can see her on the far side of the castle, running toward the tree line.

She is frozen in her spot as her ears perk forward, searching for any other sign of danger. “What’s wrong Hazel? Is someone there?” I can feel my senses are on high alert and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. “Something or someone is watching us,” she replies. There is a shuffle in the bushes ahead of us and Hazel prepares to pounce. She lets out a small growl when suddenly a squirrel jumps out of the bushes. I can’t help but laugh. “We were scared of a little squirrel,” I laugh. “I don’t think it was the squirrel that had me all alert.”

It was at this moment that Hazel was very grateful that the cottage that she had purchased with the gold coins that her mother had given her was a little but father away from the other homes of the villagers. She was not sure how she would be able to face the other villagers as she could not longer control the loud moans that she was letting out. Finally, the familiarly feeling at her lower belly came and she let on even tighter to Bleu’s hair. “Good boy, I’m almost there” she moaned and even she was shocked at the words that she was saying. She felt a strange wave of confidence wash over her as she was very close to ecstasy. With a final kick and twirl of his tongue, Hazel came with an ear

“This is not the time for your ridiculous indecent comments.” “When… he was in our room. He asked me something.” Taranis began hesitantly, as if unsure whether to say it or not. I wait patiently while he makes the decision, it seems like he finally reached a conclusion. “He asked me if I knew a ‘Hazel’ in this university.” I think I stopped breathing. And perhaps even my heart stopped beating for a few seconds if that was possible. “Y..you must have heard wrong.” I stutter. This can’t be real.

Desmond stormed away. Who is Hazel? * I felt a cold shiver run down to my spine as an old creepy looking woman walked into the ward and flashed a smile at me. She must be the pack witch, Hazel. I thought as I scrutinized her closely. Her long gray hair fell behind her back as she walked with the support of the oak staff in her palm. She has unnatural pink eyes, pointed and long nose, hunched back, and wrinkled face. She looks so scary. Silent fell into the ward. The atmosphere in the ward changed after she walked into the ward.

Our eyes meet and a gentle smile grows on my lips. Hazel's hair is thrown up in a messy bun. Little baby hairs are sticking out here and there, and she's still dressed in the same baggy t-shirt and black yoga pants that she was wearing last night. She needs a shower, and a nice meal like I was used to preparing for my Luna. Her eyes that were once dull suddenly fill with a light as she looks at me.