Witch's House Viola Novels & Stories

Every witch hummed a harmonious musical note. The wind influenced the leaves on the trees around us to start swaying and hissing. I knew this was nature's way of responding to our tune. Vivienne let her fingertip be poked by the hovering needle. She only let a drop of her blood fall into the cup. As soon as her blood landed in the cup the flames roared and returned to its normal size.

Older children began to drop out, buying oatmeal cookies and chocolate chip cookies. Viola, who had a steady babysitting job, outbid everyone; she bid a whole $2.50. The witch, not thinking, picked Ginger up with a waxed paper, put him in a bag, and handed him over. Her smile was wicked, but Viola didn't notice. Ginger made a desperate effort to calm down, and finding his remaining powers, looked into Viola's mind. He almost cracked again, with relief. He would be able to fix this, without getting his superiors involved.

’ “The viola on the stew comes from harsh winter, but it’s completely incompatible with the house’s geomancy. “The viola is good stuff, but its effects will turn if it’s kept in the house for long periods. “It’ll turn into poison after a while. “We’ll die if we consume the stew in just a minute. “It’s best that we don’t drink it.” Harvey kindly warned everyone about the situation, but there was something he did not mention… If Lilian did not change the house’s geomancy in the first place, they would have been completely fine.

“I didn’t do anything.” “Oh please. I can see the claw marks, Iris.” “I didn’t want to have to tell you this.” Viola starts. “I was hoping to keep it a secret, just to save the family the disgrace, but Cedric… I lost my wolf.” Cedric stares at Viola in shock. The news hits like a bolt of lightning. He knew Viola was fragile, but he didn’t realize she was this fragile. He ached to wrap her up and keep her safe. She lived for so long alone and now she didn’t even have a wolf?

Viola had been staring at the candle for the past fifteen minute. Nothing she was doing or trying to do was working. She was beyond frustrated, she was fed up. Whatever Gwenda wanted her to do was not working. "This isn't working." Viola said and Gwenda shrugged. "Maybe you're not really a witch." Viola rolled her eyes. "You're not a very good teacher." "And you're not a very good student. Try again!"

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

But Viola’s expression didn’t change at all, which made Alexa gasp as she voiced out, “You are serious” But Viola didn’t reply. So Alexa left her arm and sighed deeply as she pouted her lips like a child and complained . “This is wickedness.” Viola laughed softly, but still pointed to the door and said, “Out.” Grumbling, Alexa didn't have any choice but to drag her feet and follow the other animals who were already leaving the kitchen. “Heartless people,” Viola complained with a deep sigh. Going back to the living room, Alexa was still grumbling.

He turned around to the coven witches behind him, squinting, questioning… Georgina, the redhead witch with hazel eyes, stepped forward and bowed her head, “My Lord, I promise I saw them enter this room five minutes ago,” she declared. “Hmm, what a waste!” The man waved his hand, and Georgina fell to the ground with a loud thud, lifeless. The remaining two witches trembled in fear, their eyes reddened from unshed tears. His gaze slowly traveled back to my mom. She and the other elder were slumped on the floor, looking at each other. Their eyes showed a silent understanding and mutual consent for whatever would come. I wished I knew what was going on, but that was just wishful thinking.

I had no choice I pulled on a clean dress and my shoes. Barely remembering to snatch the vial from my drawer, before quietly crept from my window. Headed up WitchFall Hill. I found myself aimed for the last place I ever wanted to go again. His home. The vial cooled in my hand. The night breeze making it chilly. It dusted the treetops, making them flow like dark wings in the near blinding air. The bleak building towered above threateningly. Orange flamelight emanating from windows just above the ground.

As the curtains open, there is a round of applause. I was about to open them when I noticed you. You stand confidently holding a flowered Violets, which are my dear heart's love, They knew how I saw you, my love. Chorus: My prince, the apple of my eye, shines, My violets bloom proudly in the hills, You win my heart as I know you, dear. Violets, the most precious, are a powerful, kind, and wise guide. You open your eyes without knowing me,