Witch's House Viola Novels & Stories

"I… I don't know…" "Viola," I finally called, "Move to the next phase." Viola didn't hesitate one bit. She wiped the blood from her gloves, turned to the small metal table behind her, and picked up a syringe. Its clear barrel shimmered faintly under the interrogation lights, and even from where I stood, I could smell the bitterness of its content. Wolfsbane. The second June saw it, she started to shake.

"We need to run! Right now!" “There's nowhere to run,” I shot back. She grabbed Viola's wrist. "Come on!" But Viola yanked her arm away. "Mum, no." The single word stunned all of us.NFor a brief second, nobody moved. Then Viola's expression hardened. Without another word, she shifted. My eyes widened in surprise as her wolf emerged. The transformation wasn't as graceful as Dominic's or Zayden's, but there was determination in every movement she made.

She pursed her lips as she saw us sitting together. “Gage. Claire. Good day.” Gage stood up and gave her a small nod. “Viola. I was just heading inside. Have you seen Brock?” “I was just looking for him,” she replied, giving him a pinched smile. “If you find him, tell him I was looking.” “Of course,” Gage replied, letting himself back inside. Viola turned her attention back to me, taking Gage’s seat. I briefly wondered about the physics required to grab Bella and vault us both over the brick wall separating the property from the street.

Casey asked and Poppy shook her head. "So they are without any magic against the witches?" I sighed grabbing my jacket. "Then let's get moving." We all left and in the dark using our wolf night vision we headed into the mountains. ***Viola PoV*** I came too slowly opening my eyes to see I was still in that room my so called mate had abandoned me in. My wrists were still tied but someone had taken pity and released my ankles from the ties so at least I was no longer starfished uncomfortably on the bed. Something had woken me and the movement in the house told me something was going on. My gut screamed that there was a tension in the air and my impeccable self preservation and survival skills

I asked, my voice coming out as weak as I felt, “I’ve tried to speak to the witch, all to an avail. She’s been playing with me, toying with us all,” The witch treated all of this like a game. The elders said they’d seen her watching my people suffer, laughing—no, cackling—as if their pain were entertainment. If only I could have strangled her when she came to me the other day then all of this would have been over but I couldn’t do it. Not when she had my kids with her. I shook my head, refusing to let the thoughts of my missing children cloud my mind. I needed to be level headed if I were to find a solution.

I'd done the very same thing many times on the street, but he seemed to master it. "It's a witches' bottle. Goat's blood. It's used by the whole coven from which it derives its powers. That's how they cursed your wife... You heard the spell yourself, didn't you?" "Yes," I conceded. I felt reprimanded, the mention of my wife sobering me. "It sounded... Semitic? I'm not even sure if that's the word, but that's what came to me," I said.

at the utterance of 'witch' her eyes flared from green to black, the heavy wind rushed through Victoria as she felt her inside begin to hurt. "Ahh!" Victoria screamed out as the excruciating pain began spreading through her. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you here" the witch's voice boomed, from a sweet vulnerable tone to a vile corny one. "Be...because I have a video of you casting a...a spell if you kill me my friend will upload it and ac...cuse you of killing me the whole pack will be on the lookout for you" Victoria forced out as the pain brought her to her knees, it felt like a thousand bees with metal stringers had been dipped in hot larva and pierced vigorously at her c

The barn echoed with growls, the clash of claws, and the shuffling of paws across the dirt floor. Finally, seeing her chance, Viola darted toward the door. With a leap, she pressed her paws against the heavy bolt, managing to dislodge it after several tries. The door creaked open, letting in a gust of cold night air. The wolves barked and snapped behind her, but Viola didn’t wait. She bolted outside, her paws pounding against the forest floor as she raced into the woods. “We can’t stop”, Viola urged. “They’ll catch up if we do.”

The chopsticks hanging in the air are neither extended nor returned. Ada Wood looks up awkwardly at Vita, and then at Viola Turner. Viola Turner swallows hard. She stares at Ada Wood's dish of chopsticks. She grabs the chopsticks and is ready to start at any time. Ada Wood's chopsticks moved down a little, and their heads also moved down a little. She moved the chopsticks toward another dish, and their heads moved with them.

She closed her eyes exhaling deeply before taking a step away from the tree. “Where do you think you're going?” Katherina asked resting her left arm on the tree obstructing Danica. Danica smirked. “Two vampires,” Danica said. “Is she a witch?” Katherina asked looking at Iago who was standing next to her. “She is just a feeble supernatural with the power of elemental manipulation.” Iago mocked. Danica clenched her fist glaring at them, her eyes flashing blue. “Get away from my aunt.” Michaela said pushing her hands through the air. Katherina and Iago got moved away, they got back on their feet but this little witch was getting their brains fried.