Witch's Guards In Wizard Of Oz Novels & Stories

The office door burst open moments later and one of the guards rushed inside, breathing heavily. “Alpha!” Marcus stepped forward immediately. “What is it?” The guard bowed quickly. “The western borders—” His voice shook slightly. “There’s movement in the forest.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What kind of movement?” The guard swallowed hard. “We found signs of witches.”

A moment of silence fell before she added, “Hurry up. I can only help you here. You step out, and you're on your own.” Grinding my teeth, I walked to the iron door. My breath hitched as I realized the witch wasn't lying. I pushed the iron door slowly and walked through it. My head snapped to the side, and I noticed three soundly sleeping guards. No wonder no one answered when I'd been shouting…

she said. “Who are they, and what do they want to do?” I asked, my heart beating. “They want to tame Archie,” she said. Oh no, this won’t be good. I breathe out heavily, panicking inside. Archie has powers but not again two witches and they look like older witches, which means more power. Two guards came in and they pulled Archie roughly, but he burnt them, moving away from them.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

As soon as we stepped inside, their eyes widened with shock and they quickly stopped us. I was shocked to my bones and marrows, as I believed we'd been truly cloned, until one of the witches believed that the pack's air has been saturated with spells to detect intruders. "How did you get here?" The first guard asked, still shocked to see us appear in the doorstep. The witches didn't give a response, even though I waited to hear from them. "We want to talk to our friends. Do you want to stop that from happening?" One of the witches asked the guard who tried to call his fellow to analyze the matter.

Suddenly a group of witches started to come out from behind the trees that where around. "I knew you'd sniff us out you dogs." One who seemed like the leader of the witches said as they surrounded Derek and his guards. "We don't want any trouble, we where just passing by." Derek said, hoping that the witches would consider. "Sir you know what you have to do when things get messy, don't look back" one of the guards whispered to him. "Once you find an opening run! We'd cover for you." Derek sighed he saw that the witches where not going to listen to him as they had started to mutter a spell. He rushed towards one of them and scratched her with his claws, she fell to the ground groaning in pain

When I looked back, the black-clad guards were standing solemnly, already surrounding me with their daggers drawn. "Oh, my moon goddess! It's actually a terrifying wizard!" "This is sinful! Why would a wizard appear in Alpha Klaus's castle?" "Look at his strange appearance. The wizard's feet don't even cast a shadow!" "Your Highness, we should imprison this evil wizard now and then execute him!" The black-clad guards looked at me up and down with the familiar mixture of fear and disgust in their eyes. They kept clamoring, like noisy insects. "Quiet." The woman's single word silenced everyone.

To make it easier, the witch used her powers even with the little strength left in her to make them invisible as many times as she could, till they found their way to the palace armory. It was surprising for them to find the guards there already unconscious, as they made their way into the place and were ambushed immediately as Azalea struck back instantly in defense. That was when Zachary, who watched Hendrix take the painful hit, realized who was sitting on a really big and beautiful wolf.

Her touch felt warm—too warm for a ghost’s touch, and warmer than when she had touched Hazel alive. “Go back to the cave, Hazel. There is a way. You need to find the pillar with the handprints.” Hazel glared at her like she was crazy. The pillar disappeared the last time. “Ten witches guard the cave. They are not descendants of our family, but they are known as the guardians. Enzo is stronger than anyone can imagine. His magic is vast,” she said. “The last time I went there, it threw me away and rejected me. So what are you talking about?” Hazel asked.

Witch guardian stood at the front, her sharp gaze scanning the faces of warriors, witches, and guardians who had all united under a single purpose… to defend their family and home. The guardians surrounded Witch Guardian as she prepared protective wards around the packhouse. Her hands glowed with energy as she muttered ancient incantations, creating shimmering barriers to protect the vulnerable. Sweat dripped from her brow, but she didn’t falter, knowing the lives of many depended on her magic. The warriors moved to their positions. Groups of werewolves sharpened their claws and teeth, shifting into their wolf forms, their fur gleaming under the dim light. The vampires, with their speed and