Witch Sleepy Hollow Novels & Stories

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

Then I shifted back to my half-wolf form and laid him on the biggest bed in the cabin. Judging by the state in which I found the cabin, it was obvious that someone was there before us and had left in a hurry. I wondered who it was, what they were doing in the cabin and why the mutants did not attack them? I knew I had to be on my guard. I was very weak and tired, but I knew sleep wasn't an option. What if whoever was hiding in the cabin returned. Sleep was going to have to wait. Although Helena and I were weak, we had no choice but to stay up and watch over Sylvester till daybreak. Our recovery was slow for the first time. Knowing the reason for our slow recovery, I chose to ignore it and no

“He will fear you. When the time comes for you two to face each other.” Ava laughed hollowly. She did not believe her ears. The red eyed demon was her waking nightmare. He had his hands around her throat. Trying to choke her. Ava had thought that she could tell her mother. ‘No. We had to run to Alaska. Then move far from home. Life is not fair.’ “When do we start?” “Tonight. When it’s time for bed.” Willow moved towards the hallway. “For now. I need you to do some research. I want you to understand some terms. Like dream walker and spirit walker. I want you to understand the difference.”

The night was falling and sarah was growing restless, willow had brought her dinner upstairs for her and the eighteen year old had been acting weird but she had always been like this, willow had hidden one of the wooden spikes under sarah's bed remembering how noona used to do the same for the both of them, she didn't know if it had any significance but willow was ready to do anything to make sarah feel better. her heart had been in her throat as she walked down the long hallway to her room, then it all started. Willow jumped as the loud howling of wolves rang in the area, as if a whole pack had gathered outside her house and had started howling. She stopped a few meters away from the huge w

His dreams were untouched by the impending chaos about to unfold. The night hung heavy with an ominous stillness as the vampires silently infiltrated the Blue Moon Pack's territory. Simon Howell's meticulous plan was set into motion, and the supernatural world trembled at the impending chaos. The vampires, cloaked in shadows, moved with an eerie precision, converging on the heart of the pack—the Alpha's den. As they approached the sleeping quarters, Lucas, leading the assault, signaled for utmost silence. The vampires glided through the moonlit corridors, their predatory instincts heightened by the thrill of the impending capture.

he whispered, raw and low. “I’ve only ever imagined having children with one woman. And she’s standing in my arms right now.” Her breath left her in a shiver. Before she could respond— A howl ripped through the night. Loud. Violent. Too close. The music shattered. Wolves tensed. Soldiers reached for weapons. Kael’s grip locked around her. “Stay behind me.” *** The windows burst inward. Rogues — three, four, five — snarling, eyes feral, bodies twisted with infection.

For a while, it felt like we were the only two people in the world, the weight of the palace and its politics forgotten. “This is... bea,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. The stars seemed brighter out here, their light filling the darkness with a quiet magic. “It is,” Xerxes agreed. I turned my head to look at him, and for a moment, I thought I caught him staring at me instead of the sky. My heart skipped a beat, but I dismissed it as my imagination. The gentle sound of the creek and the warmth of Xerxes’s presence lulled me into a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in ages. My eyes grew heavy, and I fought to stay awake, but the pull of sleep was too strong.

The Silver Claw territory’s twilight hollow lay cradled in the embrace of a nascent dawn, where the first whispers of a waxing gibbous moon lingered, its silver glow a faint promise above a sky bruised with violet and gold. The hollow was a sacred refuge, a sunken grove ringed by ancient yews, their gnarled branches heavy with dark berries, leaves shimmering with dew, exhaling a musky tang that wove through the air, blending with the sweet bloom of night-blooming jasmine and the earthy richness of moss carpeting the ground. A crystal-clear spring bubbled at the hollow’s heart, its waters sparkling, reflecting the dawn in prismatic flecks, its soft gurgle a hymn of resilience. Vines of moonfl

The young woman nodded gratefully, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. She led us through the winding streets of Sleepy Hollow, her steps quick and urgent as she recounted the town's dark history and the origins of the Headless Horseman's curse. Long ago, a powerful warlock had been betrayed by the townspeople and condemned to a gruesome death, his head severed from his body in a cruel act of vengeance. In his dying breath, the warlock had cursed Sleepy Hollow, vowing to return from the grave and exact his revenge on all who dwelled within its borders.

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?