Novelas y relatos de Witch Sleepy Hollow

"I had a dream last night." Both women turned toward her. The knitting in Mama Wrenlow's hands stilled. Dawn swallowed hard. "There were so many wolves... standing on a hill. They were all shouting-chanting-'It's nigh.' Over and over and over again. Like thunder." The room fell silent. Only the crackle of the fire answered. Mama Mariah's fingers trembled against her lap. "The Hollow Six..." Mama Wrenlow murmured under her breath, half in awe, half in dread.

“…even in death.” “Noo!” Sunny screams, his body trembling as he clutches Liam’s lifeless form. “Liam… please wake up!” he begs, shaking him. “Don’t do this to me, man! You have to fucking wake up!” But Liam’s body begins to turn black in his arms. A creeping, unnatural darkness that grips Sunny with fear. He gently lays him aside, jaw clenched, eyes burning. Then he charges at the Hollowborn wolves, striking them straight in the heart— Exactly where it hurts… exactly where it kills.

“If you follow me, there are rules. No Council. No alphas. No forcing loyalty.” The silver-scarred man nodded. “We choose you.” My wolf roared approval. The woman stepped forward again. “My name is Seris. We call this place the Hollow. It’s hidden—warded by old magic. The Council hasn’t breached it in decades.” Relief fluttered briefly in my chest. Too briefly. A sharp cry echoed from the edge of the clearing. A scout burst from the treeline, blood streaking his face. “They’ve found us!”

“There’s a hollow a mile from here. Creek water, old hunter’s shack. We can regroup there.” Rowan offered him an arm. “Lead the way, wizard.” Silas finally helped Ava to her feet, careful not to touch her palm. She swayed but managed to walk. The dagger pulsed faintly against her thigh like a living thing. In the distance, thunder rolled — no storm in the sky, only the sound of something vast shifting in the world below. Ava thought of Elias’s whisper, of the image he’d pressed into her mind as she cut the Hollow open: wolves kneeling under a blood-red moon, their eyes glowing the same crimson as hers had in that moment. A shiver ran through her.

A thought that wouldn’t go away but over time it grew teeth. I couldn’t stay hidden forever, hiding felt like slowly fading away. So I started moving again. I followed whispers. A woman selling dried roots spoke of a witch who lived deep in Black Hollow, surrounded by thorns, guarding things no one should touch. A half-starved rogue muttered about a book with red-stained pages he’d glimpsed in her hut years ago. That night, I didn’t sleep. I gathered what I needed in silence… nightshade berries crushed into a dark, sticky paste; valerian roots pulled from wet soil under the thin light of the moon; the last pinch of sleep-dust I’d traded for months ago from an old woman on the trail.

The forest was dark, and even though Jim stood just on the edge of it, the fact that not a single, solitary animal seemed to be stirring was even more frightening than the other sound, the one he’d heard a few moments ago that had led him out of his nice warm bed to come and investigate. Wearing his old flannel robe over his pajama pants and T-shirt, he’d managed to stick his feet into his slippers as he climbed from bed even though he felt as if he was still half asleep. His wife was sound asleep, although he didn’t know how the terrible shriek hadn’t woken her. He’d been in the middle of a dream, a good one, involving Tawny Kitaen—the Whitesnake version, not the reality star mess she’d bec

She stood alone and she quietly watched the sun come up. Hallie was so lost in the beautiful sunrise that she hadn't noticed right away the sounds that were coming from under the bush where the creature had hidden. She was suddenly brought back to her senses when she heard a man wailing and thrashing in the bushes. She stood there motionless for a few moments and then she exhaled and squealed when she realized that it was Zeek who was crawling out from under the spot where the banshee creature had hidden.