Witch Sleepy Hollow Novels & Stories

Desperate to return to her body, Hazel tried to re-enter but was resistant, as if something unseen was urging her away from the room. She felt weightless, floating rather than walking downstairs to make her presence known. Wyatt's face showed shock as he absorbed the news about Misty being Dimitry's mate and the unexpected Summit call involving all the packs. She longed to hear more of the conversation, but an eerie shadow beckoned her—a force compelling her to leave the house. Despite her resistance, she was pulled out, stumbling through the doorway. The energy surged within her, urging her to go elsewhere. She had experienced dreams before, but this was different; she could envision hersel

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.

Scene 1: Ashes in the Wind The horizon burned. Liora stood at the Sanctuary’s high balcony, the cold mountain wind clawing at her cloak, carrying the bitter stench of ash and blood. Far to the south, the sky glowed orange—like a wound torn open in the world’s flesh. “Supreme Luna!” A young scout burst into the room, his paws still wet with dew and soot. “The Solar Wolves,” he gasped, panting heavily. “They’ve struck Crescent Hollow. The village is gone.”

She could feel its power pulsing faintly, like a heartbeat. “How much farther?” Sasha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not much,” Ethan replied. “You’ll know when we’re there.” He was right. The moment they crossed into the Hollow, Sasha felt it—a sudden, bone-deep cold that seemed to seep into her very soul. The trees here were completely bare, their gnarled branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The ground was dry and cracked, as if nothing living could survive here. “This place is… wrong,” Sasha murmured, wrapping her arms around herself.

Multiple people surveyed the scene with gaping expressions; Including a baffled James and Eileen. "Mmmmmmm....sleep..." Hollis muttered, giggling ever so slightly as she fixed her hazy bedroom eyes on a glowering Whitney. "My drink...I feel funny...it's familiar but I don't..." She began nodding off again, and whimpered loudly when Whitney shook her shoulders violently. "Hey- cut it out. I'm trying to sleep here." She sounded so drowsy...almost as if she was... High. What the fuck!? How could Hollis have gotten a hold of anything crazy here...where she knew nobody. It just didn't make any sense.

Or perhaps something else. Sleep didn’t come easily. When it did, it was filled with visions: the claw marks gouged into trees, bones snapping like brittle twigs, eyes gleaming in moonlight. She woke before dawn, her skin clammy, the sheets tangled. Through the thin curtains, she saw the moon, low and swollen, sinking toward the horizon. Even waning, it looked too bright, too near. Three nights, she thought. Three nights until full. She pressed her palms to her eyes, willing her mind back to the safety of science, of logic. But the words of Agnes Holloway whispered in the dark: The Hollow Beast comes when the moon is fat and white.

It was nearly dawn when they reached the Hollow. It wasn’t a place on any map. It was a feeling—a pressure in the bones, a silence too deep to be natural. The trees here formed a perfect circle around a small sunken grove, where a single willow tree stood, bent low over a dark pool that never reflected the sky. And beneath that willow, in the shadow of its twisted limbs, stood the witch’s hut. Diva felt her skin prickle. “It doesn’t look lived in.” “That’s the trick,” Derek murmured. “It’s always watching.”

I opened their eyelids and their eyes were completely white. I stepped back in fright and begged them to wake up, I moved their bodies sharply but they still did not wake up. Sebastian entered the room and closed the door. -Enough, I'm getting tired of this. -Leave me alone, I'm not leaving with you. My body froze and he walked towards me. -There is no escape. I struggled to regain control but I couldn't. He grabbed me by the waist. He took me by the waist and I closed my eyes to prevent him from hypnotizing me. He tenderly kissed my lips and then everything went dark.

She kept warning her about meeting her mates, MATES. Twin mates. Now she was surrounded by twins who she thought could be her mates the way her wolf and magic responded to them so vividly. She would find out in three years, it was best to not make assumptions about these things. Ife fell asleep during the movie and Alo carried her to her room with Farrell trailing behind him. Once they reached her room, they felt the indescribable need to sleep in the bed beside her. Their wolves wouldn’t let them leave her side tonight.

◇PARV POV◇ I wanna wake up and at the sametime I dont wanna wake up my head is aching like hell I felt I'm sleeping on something soft and something in my mouth I moved and seen its sarah I'm sleeping on her and she is naked what happened to her I'm also naked no no did I do something wrong I seen her body is full of bite marks I tried to wake her "Sarah sarah" she is not opening her eyes I'm sure I might be forced her how I should face you sarah why I became like this