Witch Hocus Pocus Novels & Stories

"This is how it has to happen. This is how it always has and always will. One wolf per year." Harold looked at the sky, it was almost night then looked back at his friends. Derek had his head hung low, Penelope was on the verge of crying, Wilkes eyes darted left and right as he didn't want to see what was happening and Trisha was watching him go with her intelligent eyes. On a closer inspection, he saw that she was bringing out her wand. "If this will make you all better, I'll transport you all back to school and I promise to be with Harold to the very last minute before the ghouls do what they have to do.

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

And then— Nothingness. A void. A patch of air where there should be a scent—but isn’t. A chill runs down my spine. Charlie? What’s going on? Zak links, his voice sharp. I thought I heard something. Are there any witches with you guys? No, none. A shift in the air. The scent of incense intensifies. A ripple in the space before me. A Riding Hood steps out of thin air. Her leathery face stretches into a sinister smile. OH SHIT!

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.

Thousands of years ago, the fight between the werewolves and the witches was intense on earth. The witches managed to overpower the werewolves and defeated them in a fight, the Silver blade clan was destroyed in that fight with no survivors but the two kids of the Hawthorne family. The witches desired to overpower the werewolves but after the fight, their powers got sealed in the abyss of radiance by Hazel (a powerful witch.) "Hazel you betrayed us for the love of a werewolf, you destroyed us, witches, to be with a werewolf. For this I place a curse upon your sons, they shall never be happy." An older and one of the wicked switches cursed.

I whispered, “if I told you that Tremaine is a witch?” The words seemed to strike him physically, his body recoiling before he froze. I half-expected him to laugh, to dismiss me, but he didn’t. His face hardened, pale and drawn. “What?” “I saw it,” I said, the memory flashing so vividly I could taste bile. “I heard it. She was speaking to a mirror—only it wasn’t just a mirror. There was something inside it. A creature. Ugly. Misshapen. It spoke back. And they… they were plotting. They were talking about killing me.”

" Di, why do we need to apply makeup on this. It's just a mosquito... " " Oh my sweet little girl, it is not that. How can you be so innocent?? It is a hickey, Your husband did that. We need to cover it. It won't look good if the elder ones see it. " What???? How can this be a hickey? He just helped me and then we slept. In fact, he slept the moment his head touched his pillow. " What ?? No di... He did not... " " He did !! " But he didn't... "

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

Rescue And Reunion 2 Unknown POV When Summer shifted and went out to meet Harold, the wizard was scared. He hesitated a while and when Sunny let out that ferocious growl that shook the earth, he almost pissed himself. However, when Tina and the warlock came, he resumed his arrogance.

“Well, my research told me about supernatural creatures that inhabited Weston Hills fifteen to thirty years ago.” “What are these creatures?” Chloe asked. “Witches and a whole lot of things.” “And you think they are responsible for the disappearance of Hagen.” Claus said trying to understand her point. “I don't know but I think so.” “Perhaps, Mr. Hagen wanted to leave Weston Hills quietly.” Hayley added. “Or maybe he was killed by a vampire.” Claus mocked. “I don't think so because you said that these creatures existed fifteen to thirty years ago.” A deep male voice came from behind the classroom. They all turned and their gaze met Marcus who was scribbling some notes on his book. He didn't