Witch Wheel Novels & Stories

she started half stepping past me, once her back was turned I shoved her but she was able to grab my wrist at the last second and pulled me down with her. We started to roll and roll down hill towards a ditch filled with dirty water "AHHH" I screamed and started grabbing at the grass to find something to stop the fall, my hands searched the wet grass before I finally felt something metal hit my thumb I quickly grabbed onto it and used to pull myself back upwards Alexis noticed I had stopped rolling and grabbing onto my leg making it hard for me to pull myself up. I looked down at her "let go of my leg" I yelled while still holding tight to the metal rod

Remaining Balance: 300] Swish—swish—swish! The wheel didn’t just spin once, it split into two smaller wheels, spinning side by side in a blur of color. The room filled with a faint humming sound, vibrating in his bones. (Two at once… c’mon, c’mon…) The first wheel slowed. Click. Click. Click… STOP. A glowing blue card floated out, pulsing faintly. [Trial Skill Acquired: Speed Enhance (One-Time Use)]

He quickly turned around, and his eyes met a large spinning coaster carrying multiple children around a large circular track. The cars that spun around the track moved individually around a central axis, and were only connected to the track by a set of four wheels on each of the four corners of the car. These four wheels were arranged with a pair of wheels above and below the track to hold the car down firmly. The children who sat in the cars were locked into them by metal bars to prevent them from flying off.

They were gear teeth hidden in the concrete. ​"It’s a dial," Damian realized. "The entire press is a combination lock." ​I reached for the massive flywheel. It was cold, the iron biting into my palms. I didn't need a code; I needed a rhythm. I turned it three rotations to the left the "Vance" turn. Then, I stepped back and let Damian take the handle. ​"Now you," I whispered. "The Thorne turn. Four rotations to the right. The partner’s weight."

As there is an odd number, Kennedy offers to sit out the first round and rotate in the next. “I’m the only single in the condo. I will sit out,” I explain. The men agree, so they line the cups up in front of each of them on their sides of the table. “When you start, you go in order down the line on each side, chug the beverage in your glass, turn the empty cup over, then try to tip the cup over so that it stands upright before the next person goes. First team done wins,” I share. “Now, we need to decide on one drink everyone will chug,” I say.

he urged softly. She hesitated again, fingertips brushing the edge of the case, her tone calm but alive with quiet excitement. “The barrel spring feels intact. That means it could be rewound—but carefully. Its balance wheel’s an early twin-arm design—too much pressure, and it’ll warp.” Edward’s grin spread, genuine and impressed. “IMPRESSIVE! You actually know your way around these old pieces. Not many young people do..” Violet smiled shyly. “Compared to the collectors here, I barely scratch the surface. But… if I ever get the chance, I’d love to study them properly.”

I checked the bed frame for metal but nothing loose I could use, until I remembered the underwire in my bra. It took me 5 minutes to bring it out. It was thin and flexible. I loosened the screw head with the wire but there were three more screws and I was working on the second one when I heard voices. I quickly replaced the vent grate, hid the wire in my socks and sat on the bed, pretending. The door opened and two armed men came in. "On your feet. You're being moved." "Where?" I questioned. "The Architect wants you processed in the integration wing."