Witch Hazel Novels & Stories

The doors parted to both sides as Hazel sauntered into the welcome lounge, orange hair pulled up in a high ponytail with eyes that shone with health, thanks to the antidote that was tucked in her bra. Her pink lips curled into the congenial smile Sush so often saw, but there was a glint - a flicker of knowingness in those eyes she used to trust so much, and Sush wondered if the glint had always been there, or had it just revealed itself now?

It was her small poultice bag for medical emergencies. Hazel smiled mischievously back at me. “Always be prepared.” Hazel was the quintessential healer. She used to be an assistant of my mother. She was a genius in the art of herbs. “I don’t think there’s anyone more prepared for an accident than you are,” I said. “Did you really think we’d all be killing each other at the Mating Ball?” “Fights have started for stupider things than finding a mate for life,” Hazel said seriously. “And I’m very sorry to say, I always find you in trouble.”

“I’m trying to help my mother. And if any of you knew where Hazel was, maybe I wouldn’t have to!” The elders shot each other with alarmed looks. Thorne came forward again, speaking slow and careful. “Alpha we don’t know a Hazel or why she matters. But if you clarify…” Ryder’s chest rose and fell as he tried to calm himself. “Hazel is a daughter of the most powerful witch. She can heal, and she’s the only thing that will save my mother. But I banished her months ago, and now she’s gone. I’ve sent people after her but—”

Hazel, though… Hazel is different. She’s the hard one. Not because she’s hostile—though sometimes she is—but because she sees through people too quickly. Too sharply. Like she’s not just a little girl, but a creature who’s lived through centuries in silence. Her eyes are too old. Too still. Like a forest before a storm. She watches everything. I had just placed the tray of honey cakes on the windowsill when she looked up at me and said it. “You’re lying.” No hesitation. No nerves. Just a tiny voice wrapped in iron certainty.

Nikita tries telling her, but as usual, Hazel doesn't listen, and Nikita has been worried about Ricky's disappearance. She should keep worrying because she'd never find him. A car pulled up. Hazel's face instantly lit up. At times, she wondered if the acid had washed off her senses. She faced Winter, her heavy makeup glittering on her face. Her eyelids were heavy, and she lifted her artificial eyelashes that were dark because of the mascara. Her lipstick was heavy too. Her appearance could scare a child. "You are my bodyguard, don't forget it," she said coldly.

My pulse was high, not only from the noise, but also from the thought of seeing him again. I spotted his familiar long hair ahead, but before I could call his name, someone stepped into my path and blocked me. Hazel. Her eyes swept over me with the kind of slow disdain that made you want to check if you’d spilled something on your shirt. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and a red tank top, her jacket tied to her waist.. Even here, she looked effortlessly composed, like she owned the place. "Well, well," she drawled, lips curling. "If it isn’t Kael’s newest shadow."

“I’ve already sent for Hazel.” The name landed like a stone in the pit of my stomach. Hazel wasn’t just a “seer.” She was a witch, older than the oldest trees in the Blackthorn forest, and she was deeply, unequivocally in Gideon’s pocket. Her “truths” had a way of aligning perfectly with his desired outcomes. A ritual conducted by her would be a foregone conclusion.

I’m going to enjoy my time here, and you can slowly manage him. Hazel watched them finally pass through the security gate. She waited, her pulse hammering against her ribs, until she finally stepped aboard. Her cotton candy, once a fluffy cloud, had collapsed into a sticky, sad lump, yet she still took a bite, needing the sugar to steady her trembling hands.

Hazel said, scanning the crowd who were gathering tightly along the street. I put on a sad face and clicked my fingers in disappointment. “Ah, damn, what a shame. I guess we’ll just have to stand somewhere much further away. Or maybe we should just give u—” “—Wait... what’s that?” Hazel cut me off as she thought to herself aloud, her eyes spotting something behind me. She clearly wasn’t listening to me. Nevertheless, I turned to look at what her sight had stopped on. Oh, great... “...Maybe up there...,” she mused, rushing past me to jump onto a pile of wooden crates at the back of the crowd. “Come on, Natalie!”

she said. “I have to find Eden,” Hazel said while turning towards the window. “Wear something,” said Willow while opening her wardrobe. Willow was even colder than her brother, it was cleared she was helping Hazel only for her brother. She gave Hazel her white cross back top and pink trouser. She wore them in a rush and ran towards the door. “I will tell my brother, where you are heading to, I can’t help anymore,” said Willow expressionlessly. Without any other words Hazel left.