Witch Sleepy Hollow Novels & Stories

Chloe Jane Sleep claims me quickly tonight, the kind that’s deep and full of the whispers of the subconscious. In the dreamscape that envelops me, Halo is there in her white wolf form, her coat shimmering like the moon. She beckons with a nod of her head, leading me out of the familiar woods and towards a mountain I’ve never seen before. It’s majestic, rising into the sky like a silent guardian of ancient secrets. Halo leads me through a hidden path, one that spirals upward, and the air becomes crisp, filled with the scent of pine and ancient earth.

Blood gushed from his wound as he struggled to catch his breath. The creature loomed over him, no one sees it and lives. Michael stared into its glowing eyes, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. As the creature raised its razor-sharp claws to strike Michael's head, the sound of an engine shattered the eerie silence of the forest, causing the creature to freeze. The vehicle was pulling out of the forest and heading towards the main road. The creature left Michael to bleed out on the ground as it sprinted after the vehicle. Michael watched helplessly as the monster vanished into the darkness, grateful that one of his men was able to escape.

All Holly wanted to do was retreat to her room and sleep for a few more hours. When she woke up, at around 4pm, the house appeared to be empty. She checked, and her dad’s car was gone from the driveway. Now that she was feeling better and was all alone in the house, there seemed to be only one thing on her mind. Sex. During her nap she had a dream about Clara the girl she has met last night. The girl still had a lot to learn, but Holly could not take her large breasts off her mind and their make out session..

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

She fell asleep, not long after and I was left with my thoughts. I settled down on the bed to rest my aching joints but not long after, I heard a buzzing sound and I lazily swatted at my ear. Pesky mosquitoes won't let one be, even with the air-conditioning on. I settled into a more comfortable position but just as I was dozing off, I heard someone groaning. I jerked awake with a start and I realised I had drifted off to sleep. Someone was shaking me but I couldn't see who because the room was swarthed in darkness. I switched on the bedside lamp and the soft glow illuminated the room, leaving certain parts in shadow.

Chloe rushed over to hug me, but no matter how I moved, I couldn't catch her. Then her eyes filled with tears. She sobbed, heartbroken. "Mommy! Why won't Mommy come see me! I miss Mommy, I miss Daddy. I want to go home. It's so cold and hungry here. I'm so scared. My head hurts so much." When I woke up, my hands were numb. My face was covered in tears. A dull, aching pain pressed against my chest.

The feral hits me first. Not with teeth, with words. “Wren Holloway,” it says again, voice like broken glass, and the name burns my ears because only the dead witch knew I almost gave it away. Draven slams into it, claws tearing through too many eyes. Black blood sprays, and the thing screams, but not in pain. It laughs. “More,” it hisses. “More for the Hollow Queen.” Hollow Queen. My blood goes cold.

I just had to be back before 7am, and they would be none of the wiser. There was nowhere in mind that I wanted to go to but somehow, the bar crossed my mind. The Hollow sat at the edge of town where the pack territory started bleeding into the neighboring village. I wandered into the dingy looking place, eager to get enough drinks to knock me out until everything blurred into a nightmare. I took a stool at the far end of the counter and ordered a whiskey. The bartender kept refilling my glass without commentary, which I appreciated. I was on my third drink, feeling the warm fog settling behind my eyes, when someone sat down next to me.

But it sputters awake, as exhausted and stubborn as the rest of us. The letter peeks out of my bag like a secret. Every few minutes, I glance at it, wondering if it will disappear or catch fire or morph into a joke. But it stays. There’s something strange about the name Hucow Hollow. It has a soft, old-world roundness to it, like something whispered in the back of a fairy tale book. Not the safe ones—the weird ones. The ones with red shoes that dance you to death and witches with sugar houses and rules you can’t break.

Another howl sounded through the woods “Hurry hurry hurry—” Nova scrambled higher into the branches just as movement flickered between the trees below. Something large darted through the darkness. Fast. Nova froze against the trunk while trying to steady her breathing. Don’t look down. Definitely don’t look down. A low growl echoed beneath the tree. Nova slowly peeked downward through the branches. Her blood ran cold. A Hollowfang prowled below. Its body looked twisted between wolf and human, black veins crawling beneath pale skin The creature sniffed the air sharply.