Witch Hocus Pocus Novels & Stories

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

The City Council shut it down after a horrific murder-suicide. It was a story that furthered the town's reputation. **** We were first on the scene. Central dispatched us to a suspicious person inside the church. It wasn't unusual back then. The building was a beacon for the occult. They broke in and had their necromancy, masses, and animal sacrifice in the sanctuary center. It was a magnet for witchery, sorcery, and demonism. We found two victims that night. The first was a wife and mother named Himiko Takeda. The second person was a gangbanger. His street name was Snowball.

Susan uttered, her tone betraying her growing apprehension. “The new girl who was supposed to enroll today… when Father Bosco presented the crucifix, she manifested. She’s a witch, just like us,” the girl explained frantically, her name revealed to be Helen. Susan’s expression darkened with concern. “Which coven is she from?” she inquired urgently. “I don’t know, but I sense she’s a white witch,” Helen responded, her voice trembling with fear. Stunned into silence, I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation unfolding before us. “Where is she now?” Susan demanded, her panic palpable.

Even it only takes a single step to reached and hugged her! “The Alpha was not trying to used his heart. If so, he should fall through her that moment even the destiny may intervened,” Hwagu was drawned to that thought, now in his chocolate bed, chewing a chocolate. He was feel as if his words was safe through this room, which was through. No outsider could really entered without the permission of the litted thing, and those Witches? That was what they deserve on trying to catch him. Hw was a spy, and sometimes, he could change something through some sort of words, like the Witches was begun their plan on The Rice Field!

“The witches are a second alternative to release Radolf Clawmark, so when you get there, be straight to the point when they question you, and if you are asked to look, please do that quickly.” Hazel nodded. “There is one more thing,” Halle said, then she pressed her thumb on Hazel’s face. “With the power vested in me, I transfer my energy to you, Hazel Baudelaire.” Halle chanted a spell as she said this, and Hazel felt a surge of power go through her at once. Then Halle let her go. “It is done. Now go and win this war. Remember, I will always watch over you, and I will visit you frequently when you fall asleep.” After this, she disappeared before Hazel could utter a single reply.

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

He said. I stared at him in disbelief, all these years she was a Witch after all. A powerful one at that. Whatever spell she used to hide her identity was surely a powerful one. But that wasn’t why I was terrified to the core, it was because the moment had finally arrived. Where my lie would soon be exposed. I just froze as he did the introductions with Simon and his mother. “Alpha Hansel, would you give Elle and I a moment please, we’ll be back soon.” Eve pitched and he nodded before she took me outside.

Jake began to feel an eerie compulsion as his entire body froze with his eyes moving up the sketch to find the woman's eyes which to his surprise, had not been that visible about four seconds ago. Her head was slightly bent downwards, giving her eyes a darker appearance as Jake watched them slowly begin to glow in a pale orange color. He thought he heard voices. Soft whispers, drawing him closer and closer to the page as he found himself unable to withdraw from the woman's glare... "Hey! You're going to the party, right?" Jake felt his senses suddenly rush back into him as he snapped out of the trance before turning to his friends. "What...?" "The party. Pumpkin People!" Matt rephrased, refe

Oswald asked, his voice soft with concern. Hazel’s eyes were wide, distant, as if she were staring at something beyond the walls of the room. "I—I saw something," she murmured, her voice shaky. "Maxine. She’s meeting someone. There’s dark magic... I can feel it." Her words were strained, as though they cost her more than she was willing to give. Darius stepped forward, concern flashing across his face. “Dark magic? Are you sure?”

I think it’s wearing on all of us a little bit. “So, Hazel had said she thinks the doll holds a piece of the witch’s soul.” I tell him what Hazel told Aspen before the full moon. Dad looks up at me. “A piece of her soul. How does that even work?” He asks and I shrug. “I don’t know, but she says there may be more, and if we can find them… That might work into killing her. It’s something she was working on last night. I don’t know if she got anywhere with it.” I explain.