Witch Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

What is he talking about? My confused look must've told him that I didn't know what the hell he was saying because he soon explained himself. "That night when you were at your aunt's house. You went to the convenience store. You got attacked and then you lost memory of it when you hit your head apparently. You were attacked by a shapeshifter, not a human."

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

Ash screamed, lunging forward. But he was too late. The vortex collapsed inward, and then expanded in a final, cataclysmic burst of silver and black. Half the forest was leveled in an instant. The weeping willow was vaporized. The witches were gone, leaving nothing behind but charred patterns on the scorched earth.

I asked. “Like making sure Helena never gets near you again,” he replied. That made my heart jump. He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. “Rest,” he said. Then he and Daniel left the room, the door closed, leaving Shawn and I alone in the room. Silence stretched between us. Shawn cleared his throat. “So…” “So,” I echoed. He smiled a little. “You scared the hell out of us, you know.” “Sorry,” I muttered. “You should be,” he teased lightly. “Damon almost killed three people on the way to that warehouse.”

When he passed behind me, the air changed again, turning colder and tighter, but familiar in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge. I turned slightly. His eyes caught mine for the briefest second. That was my mistake. Because the pull hit again. And it awakened something in me. The witch’s eyes met mine when she stood in front of me. “This will hurt,” she whispered. “Don’t fight her when she comes.” Her? My wolf? Before I could ask, she pressed her thumb to my forehead. The liquid was hot, almost like a fire that ran straight through my veins. I gasped, clutching my chest as the sound around me blurred into nothingness.

It was the dark New Year's Eve, the weekend night during All Saints' Day. Reservation between the mountains, cars were attacked, beasts came out between the lanes.... How could this happen, people running in all directions, being chased by the beasts that came out of the shadows and trees of the reserve. According to reports... All damage control personnel from Delphos companies were called. The demons lost control of the wraiths, it was said, because a fledgling witch had lost control of a spellcasting. Of course, the novice witch, a brunette with flowing hair, then lost control, along with her life.

Vishal "But the hunters will." Amaira, "We need to stop them. The witches, vampires, and werewolves will have to stop them together." Vishal, "Let's see what can be done. Bye, Amaira." Amaira "Bye, Vishal." They both cut the call.

Alpha Jaxon muttered in shock beside me. The witch's voice was low and ominous as she gazed into the distance, her eyes clouding over with an otherworldly awareness. "This isn't just a shift in the seasons," she warned, her words dripping with foreboding. "You have visitors and they come bearing gifts. Brace yourself, werewolf. For the wraiths are here."

She leaned into him, letting the wolf and the witch settle into the sanctuary of his arms. Outside, the wind sighed through the pines. Unseen eyes turned toward the pack lands. And somewhere beyond the forest, on sacred ground, magic stirred in recognition. The Weaver had awakened. The light had shown the way. And winter was coming.

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