Witch's Guards In Wizard Of Oz Novels & Stories

The Owl was the signature bird of Osoro, while the Hawk signified the witches. She sighed and stepped upon the first step, heading up. She took each step slowly as if a heavy weight held her back. When she finally arrived before the wide gates of the hall, the six guards arrayed at each side of the door stared at her blankly, none moving to open the doors. She took another step forward and stopped as the guards; twelve of them, moved forwards with quick precision and blocked her. “You cannot enter until the elders arrive.” One of the soldiers stepped forward, the sides of his lips curling in mockery.

“You are special, pretty one. Only fairies like us can smell it from you.” “Then, what might be wrong?” “Just kiss him again!” some of them still insisted. Again? But before I could even disagree, the door was forced open. One guard came inside. I grabbed my blade that was on the floor and immediately stood up to face him. “The witch is here!” the fairies panicked. They were flying everywhere. And the next thing I knew was that the witch was in front of us. She was with a bunch of guards, looking so wicked.

Prince Owen recruits a nearby guard to try walking through it. He bounces back as if he walked right into an invisible wall. The witch stifles a laugh as she watches. “Please,” I beckon the guard inside, “come on in.” He looks hesitant, but he slowly walks forward again, this time able to make it through. Once we’ve determined the spell works, the prince dismisses the guard and walks the witch to her carriage. Molly and I close the bedroom door, settling back into our spots in the armchair and on the sofa respectively.

At first, he was afraid but he braced up and walked to the gate. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Open the gate," the wizard replied. "You must be crazy to tell me to open the gate. Get away from here before I raise an alarm!" the guard yelled. Suddenly, the wizard blew a black powder on his face and he became hypnotized and was gazing at the wizard as if he was in a trance. "Now, I command you to open the gate," the wizard said in a whisper. Without hesitation, the guard opened the gate and the wizard and the two witches walked through the gate.

“Take this man away. Lock him up until further notice.” The guards moved quickly, lifting the groaning elder off the floor and carrying him away. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t mean to hurt him…my body had reacted on its own. The glow on my skin had grown stronger, and now I feared even the smallest touch might be dangerous. With a heavy sigh, I pushed it aside and entered the conference room. The witches stood the moment I walked in. All seven of them, dressed in deep shades of blue and silver, their eyes glowing faintly with magic. Rosa walked beside me, her presence reassuring.

Luka was frustrated, time was moving, and he had no plan whatsoever for what is coming. Zoe laid on the pack hospital bed thinking, it was late afternoon now and the sun was setting. They had no plan and Luka wanted to fight. But what was he going to fight when the witches sent tornados? it was useless, and they all knew it. Zoe looked out the door and saw two warriors who were standing there guarding the door and knew that Luka sent them. She nodded at them then went to the window and looked out.

Her guards, the two powerful wizards were no joke. In witchcraft, whose power dominates the other one's shall eventually win. So now if Olga masks herself and the entire group behind her without falling in the wizard's radius, Olga would win. In other terms...Pegasus would consider Olga to be an exceptionally strong witch. "Guys, let me explain something. Even if that door is open, the wizards can easily sense someone entering inside. Let's say only I can see it, but there's a barrier they build together—"

he gasped, his muscles bulging as he held back the collective weight of twelve witches. Mord, the Iron Guard, moved like a ghost. He wasn't as flashy as Killian, but his rusted blade was a nightmare for the Coven. He didn't cut flesh; he cut the threads of magic connecting the witches. With every swing, one of the green-robed figures screeched as their physical form flickered. But there were too many of them. "The girl!" the sister-witch commanded. "Bring her to the gate!" Three witches bypassed Killian, their smoky forms flowing through the cracks in his light barrier. They reached for the bed. They reached for Nyx.

Her mouth moved as silently as possible as she chanted the invisibility spell. She groaned while trying to seat up and leaned her back against the tree trunk watching as the huge wolves that had been chasing her come to a stop few meters away from her. Groaning as silently as possible, while groping her stomach; she watched as the wolves morphed back into tall guards wearing the same outfits. Dresses that she was more than familiar with, they were royal guards. “Where’s she?” one of them asked looking around. “I could still smell her a few minutes ago” another one replied.

I can help Rose if she needs it," Mark stated. "OK, but everyone needs to be careful," my father said Joyce, Mark, Derek, and I formed a circle and held hands. Joyce said the spell, and soon we were back in the dark witch's realm. "Everyone stay with me," Joyce said We walked through the woods to the mansion. This time, there were a lot more witches there than before. There were witches guarding the front of the house. I didn't know how we were supposed to get past them. "There are a lot of witches up there," Mark said