Witch Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

It was cold midnight, the trees and land were covered with snow. The sound of the breeze seems so terrifying and the twigs of dry trees hit with the window like a witch. It creates a more scary sound. There was a silence around which create a frightful environment. A dim light was coming from a 24 storey building window. A girl of age 18 was drowned in her books, making notes under her study table lamp. She feels tired and closed her books while stretching her arms and check the time on her wristwatch. She immediately summed up all her notes and books at the side of her desk when a loud splash on her room window scared her. She opens the window to check but couldn't find anything except the

Wanda called out loudly. All the witches hurriedly started preparing for the ritual. They draw a huge Pentagram in the middle of their town. They placed fresh heads of human sacrifices, which were arranged just for this purpose. Blood was splattered all around, making the pentagram shine blood red. Wanda arrived then, wearing a black robe. She walked into the center of the Pentagram. The other witches stood around the drawings, just outside the freshly severed heads. Wanda started chanting, and soon all the other witches followed suit as one. Different tones chanted the same spell in a chorus. As the intensity of the spells started to increase, the pentagram started to fill with a strange en

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

Jessica’s POV The scream cut through the air like a blade. I turned, but it was too late. The witch — the girl who had volunteered first — was frozen in place, her runes flickering wildly. A wraith had lashed out — slipping through the air like liquid shadow — and had driven its clawed hand straight through her chest. Her magic exploded on impact — runes burning white-hot — before dimming into nothing. “No!” I screamed as she collapsed. Her body hit the ground, limp — the wraith already slipping back into the trees.

On the stroke of midnight when the witches were gathered around the lawn of the mansion in the coven, the candles were illuminated on each corner giving a bright look. All the witches and warlocks were gathered. There were only three wolves. Debrah, Vlora and Crystal stood together with Travolta. Weston stood along with all the witches and warlocks to make a circle around Pidge who was laying on the middle in a rug...her eyes closed. She was given the relaxing sleep herbal tea made by Leticia. They began the chanting and after a minute the wind blew harshly...the leaves ruffled beneath the dark sky. They could hear the whistle through the cool air. In the distance, they heard the crying of t

Aldrich I swear Ava took ten years off my life, the way she was whimpering and crying in her sleep. My first thought was–somebody is magically attacking in her sleep. I don’t know if that’s even possible. I have a very limited knowledge of magic, given the strict segregation between the magical beings and us Werewolves. Pain was deeply etched on her face as she tried to ward something or somebody off, her arms flailing wildly. How was I to know that it was only a nightmare?

My consciousness faded to black. My body leaped in a heap as sparks flew from my arm through the rest of my body, erasing the pain from my limbs and torso. I gratefully panted, surprised I was still living. What just happened? As my body heaved breaths I never knew I'd be able to take again, movement to the left caught my eye. Squinting to see in the moonlight, the movement swirled around, making me dizzy. What is going on? As if on cue, the shadows came out from the trees and into a patch of moonlight. The glistening black fur of Nathan's wolf and the ghastly sight of a raging vampire rolling and fighting in a heap made me realize what was going on again.

I looked around in amazement at the familiar mall layout and the familiar Christmas tree standing in the center, just like in my previous life. The towering 30-foot Christmas tree was covered with decorative gift boxes that sparkled enticingly under the lights. I took a deep breath, overwhelmed by an indescribable shock. I had actually been reborn, returned to the very day I died so horribly in my previous life. My mother-in-law, Paula Sutton, turned to look at my husband, Oliver Canning, who was beside her, her voice filled with urgency and excitement. "Oli, look at these gift boxes! They're wrapped so nicely. There must be good stuff inside!"

The witches’ chants became even louder, the electric hum began producing sound waves visible within the air. Soon the proud princess fell to her knees, and she let out a heart wrenching, piercing scream as she cast up her arms wildly causing that blue electric haze to explode within the room following with a loud boom like the crash of thunder, causing all the witches around the circle to come tumbling to the floor. The electricity wave was strong enough to topple the three of us as well. As we all sat back up, our ears ringing from the boom, it appeared that nearly all the witches were unconscious on the great room floor. My head was spinning, as out of the corner of my eye I saw Emily sit