Witch's House Viola Novels & Stories

she liked the food there, she also didn't mind being called a creep by other people because of her hair and eye colour, as long as her mother found what she was looking for and they could return to their hometown. A sigh escaped Violet's lips and she unstrapped the small bag in her trouser's pocket and pulled out a flute made of a bamboo. She dropped the bag on the tree branch and cleared her throat before placing the flute beneath her lips. “Mother, are you still alive?” Violet's left index finger rested on the 2nd key of the flute. Then she adjusted her middle finger, and ring finger, on the 4th, and 5th keys of the flute.

She tried her best to push back the tears as she looked up at her, allowing her to carry out the activity she was instructed to do. The witch closed her eyes as she began to recite some spells, which Alicia could remember. They sounded like ancient spells, very ancient. She could tell that her memory was being read by the dizziness she felt. She could almost hardly steady herself. Finally, the witch stopped and her gaze darkened as she stared at Alicia with loathing. Alicia knew she probably already knew about Lucian, which was why there was so much anger and disgust on her face. The destruction was now done there was no hope for her to be recouped neither did she want to she long accepted h

They set out in their real forms, as bats and flew away. Violet had a great time studying the house, she knew she had a long way to go but it didn’t matter, as long as she was getting herself busy. She found out that each member of this house has a particular lane for himself and the lane had a design of their choice. It was unimaginably real, A house as big as this one, with over 15 chambers that she has noted. How many more was she yet to see? Violet kept walking till she met Kimora. She still had no idea of who Kimora was. But she was told yesterday night, how could she have forgotten?

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.