Witch Hocus Pocus Novels & Stories

From someone who was seen as the school bully, only he now turned nice without any reason. “I’m worried too, what if he’s planning to get back at us for putting him under the Love Curse?” Helga asked weakly, feeling uncomfortable from the thought. The mere thought sent unwanted shivers to run down her spine, knowing that they would suffer immensely for the deed. Skye as soon as he heard this froze completely, a sickening feeling entered his body leaving the prince feeling as if he could not breathe nor could he hear anything. It was almost as if time had stopped causing silence to appear, creating a fuzzy noise inside his ears.

Suzanne had already lost interest, it seemed, too enthralled by the can in her hand to notice if I cared or not. I drifted away from Brad when his football buddies began a spitting contest, trying not to judge him too harshly for being disgusting. A thick puff of wood smoke erupted from the fire as I passed, making me choke and wave my hand to clear it. I stumbled on a small collection of kids hovered around a joint, the musty, tart odor making me flinch. Did I mention drugs were worse for witches? Talk about accessing some scary power. A little weed was a great way to accidentally tap into raising the dead or calling up more unpleasant things that go bump in the night. I waved at the strong

he touched one little girl from the crowd as she just locked gaze with him. Willow stretched and saw that the girl was Lucy, her boss' daughter. "I am going to put the sickle away and forge ahead with the magic. What do you say?!' He smiled and walked back to where the stool was as he stepped on blood on the stage." Yeah!" "That is better!" "My little girl was scared to the marrow!" "I was scared as fuck!" "But what is a Halloween show without being scared?!" The crowd chorused and laughed. "I thought that girl got chopped into two!" Hazel laughed as she glued her eyes to the stage.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

If he sees me just walking around he'll know I was tying to escape, and I might end up like his mother, I see a woman sat at a little desk with signup sheets smiling, an idea soon pops in my mind and I quickly walk over there. "Hi miss, are you interested in joining our weekly antiques club?" She asks politely with a smile, I quickly nod looking behind me to check Anthony wasn't about "that's great! I just need your full name" she smiles pulling a clipboard up with a pen, waiting for me to say something. "Yes my name is Freya Edwards" I reply making sure to really say my name, she nods smiling but pauses suddenly looking up at me shocked. "Freya Edwards? Wait you're the missing girl" she sho

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father. She tried to live harmoniously with the birds, the butterflies and the trees. Never had she imagined herself going down the mountains and leaving her new home. With her messy curly hair, big pointed nose and ugly face, humans would surely recognize her as a witch and would kill her on the spot.

HIS CURSE; HER BLESSING (Isla’s POV) The chriping sound of the birds woke me up from my sleep. I barely slept after meeting with Sebastian. His words ringed in my mind, each laced with a warning I couldn’t ignore. I had known stepping into the Seedorf family wouldn’t be easy, but I hadn’t expected to be threatened within the first twenty-four hours. Still, I wasn’t going anywhere. I dressed quickly, choosing a simple outfit, and stepped out of my room.

Both parents torturers, monsters… A light flickered down the hallway drawing her attention. The bulb struggling under the new energy source, she decided, narrowing her eyes. It was not a good sign. The witches were working hard to maintain the spell that powered the town, and Havermouth had accepted the odd colored lights and occasional disruption without complaint, just relieved to have the niceties of lights and heating returned - but as use increased, the spell demanded more from those sustaining it.

Sam asked. “Yes, there have been two more incidents. The first one was the abduction of a teenage witch just outside of the Newcomer’s Sanctuary. She had arrived in the Parabola a few days ago. Despite warnings from the carers she had wondered out alone, perhaps to enjoy the moonlight. And before someone had a chance to rescue her, she was seen calmly walking into a portal. It’s likely that she was enchanted. She seemed to have no idea that she was in wrong hands and something wrong was going to happen to her,” Hansel replied.