Witch Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

His lips were really close to Catrina's when a pop sound was heard and not too long after Rudolf went crashing into the wall, you can hear his bones breaking. The twelve people pop up at the end of the city. Saphira took a strand of Catrina's hair covered in blood, she placed it on the ground and all three witches held their hands and scream" locandendere” the hair glow then went up the sky flying away. The wolves transformed and the witches cast a spell which will make them invisible as they hop on their back. The wolves chase the hair.

When I saw him, I couldn’t fucking believe it. The lying bastard played me like a violin, and I fell for it, because of his good looks and the way his voice made my body burn with need. I am such a fucking idiot. I watched as he stood before his throne and commanded his people to sit. Once they were all seated, he turned his attention to our group. He had a sly smirk on his face that made me want to punch him square in the jaw. “I scent witches, a vampire, a werewolf, and something else I can’t quite place,” he said, amusement thick in his tone. I snorted, knowing my cousins would hate that he referred to them as witches and not warlocks.

Like a witch in trance, he opened his mouth and said the name of the one who ordered him to kill the vampire. “Insolence!” he barked at the male witch. “And for this, you shall pay your life, filthy witch.” Alaric Emrick raised his right arm and pointed his right index finger at the middle forehead of the male witch. His eyes clouded and turned to white. The black poison spread out from his middle forehead creeping fast into his veins and arteries until his entire body was painted with it. His body turned to charcoal and smoldered before it burst into powdered million pieces of black ashes.

I can hear the sadness and tiredness in his voice. “It’s almost midnight,” I said softly. “And?” he asked urging me to continue. “Cinderella needs to go back to reality after midnight,” I hear my voice tremble, as I try to fight my tears away. He held me by arm's length as he looks at me. He wanted to say something but Calvin, Leon, and Nori approached us. “I saw a vision, Aunt Jess confirmed as well, rogue werewolves near the vicinity. We need to end the party before they make a commotion.” Calvin reported calmly.

I coughed and vomited, feeling my head swell instantly with a massive headache. With a sharp hiss, Lazarus said, "They're going sugar crazy!" He did the same for Duran and Valko. The two werewolves collapsed onto the ground, clutching their heads and groaning. "Velma, come here now!" Miranda demanded. "You need to throw this crap up." But Velma gnashed and clawed at her, fulling her jaws with more treats. "It's pointless," a smooth female voice came from behind us. “She has become addicted to the enchanted sugar.”

He clarified to Ma that Lorraine was neither a nightwalker nor was she a werewolf because he had used a wolf bane on her to see if she was a wolf, to his amusement, it had not affected her in even the slightest way. Ma stood there, her eyes widened in excitement as she found everything her grandson had said weird. She of all people would have known if witches were able to heal by themselves, like vampires and lycanthropes do. She has not only learned about supernatural beings in books but have been opportuned to befriend some of them and had gathered enough knowledge to know the features each creature displayed. Healing on the spot was not something the witches did. Ma carried the vase she w

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

He was hungry for it, yet it didn't smell nice to him. Damien moved in the dark towards the main city, searching for one's blood that would satisfy him. He was nearing the main city when a hoard of people beleaguered him. They weren't humans. Most of them had odd-coloured hair and white eyes. They were Whigans. Whigans were beings that transitioned from humans to vampires. Those creatures had everything a normal vampire had, except a human form. When humans transform into Whigans, they lose their ability to retain their human physique forever

Luckily with the new Vampires, Humans, and Witches there were quite a few new dance partners to choose from and everyone seemed to have a great time. We stayed for a few hours but when I caught Kitty yawning, I suggested we go to bed and she readily agreed. We bid our goodnights which took way longer than expected. All the Witches had to hug us both which led to the rest of our friends needing hugs as well. We got through it though and finally walked out. I frowned when I saw Kitty stumble. I knew that it was from exhaustion, she hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol. I shook my head and swooped her up into my arms. "Not again." she whined but I felt her cuddled into me.

The lanterns flickered and died, leaving only the pale, sickly moonlight filtering through the window where I stood. I watched in horror as the thing on the floor didn't stand up like a human. It buckled. Its spine snapped and reshaped, its limbs elongating with the sound of dry wood splintering. "Silas!" I screamed. My grandfather stood his ground. He reached into his satchel and threw a handful of salt, but the creature didn't recoil. It inhaled. The salt hung in the air for a second before being sucked into the thing’s lipless mouth.