Wizard Cookie Run Novels & Stories

“Thanks.” "I'm going to leave." Violet exited the salon and found a maid outside whom she directed to find Leah and bring her back to the salon. Everything happened in an instant; Violet was an ordinary witch one moment and a royal witch the next. He knew one thing for certain: the royal family didn't have the full picture, which was a good thing. They were leaving Tawland the next day and returning home, but he would be lonely because Violet was not accompanying him. "Man, you've been acting like that for hours. What is it that bothers you?" Taylor asked.

The guys have always been at my side the whole time and I couldn't help but feel like I'm being babysitted by them. I look up at him and pouted. "It can't be that bad, I tried it a lot of times when I was little." I whinnied licking my vanilla ice cream. God! this is the third of ice cream I've had so far and I just couldn't get tired of them. I know I'm acting childish but you can't blame me. Ever since Joshua changed towards me, I haven't been able to go to places that aren't schools.

I'm going to get soaked, but that's fine because I have spare clothes in my locker. I was about to take a step away from the waiting shed when my wrist was grabbed by a firm hand. My mouth hung open in shock and bewilderment. His manly odor rapidly infiltrated my nose. His gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine. My wrist felt warm in his calloused and rough grasp. When I saw how much this guy resembled a Greek god, my jaw split open once more! His hair was dark brown and perfectly coiffed, and he had a high and pointed nose with sharp cheekbones chiseled down to his flinty jaw, which appeared to be sculpted and trimmed to perfection.

"And finally, the wait is over. I'm proud to call this lady next to me, Mitzy Damon, as my love, my mate, our Luna." And people started howling and they started to shift into their wolf forms. And then they run into the woods still howling. That's how werewolves celebrate very important moments and probably after a while they will run back here again to enjoy the food here and actually party just like humans usually do. "You're not going to run with them?" I asked Eaton. He shakes his head and smiles, but I know he wants to join the whole pack. "I'm not going anywhere without you."

Off-limits obviously means arousing as fuck to me. "Alright," I hold up the marshmallow I put on a stick to Riley. "Hold this over the flame and let it get nice and toasted, burnt if you want. When it's done, we'll stick it in between this chocolate and a graham cracker. That's a s'more." "It's good," Hadley reassures her. "You'll like it, I promise." I grip my hand over her small one to help her hold it steady. Her look of concentration reminds me of Hadley and I can't keep the smile off my face. "You want it toasted or burnt?"

“Did you see a werewolf in the forest? Is that why you ran so fast?” “I don’t know, Zach. I’m still trying to process what I saw. Maybe it is just my imagination playing tricks on me, maybe not. All I know is I saw some weird things happened and you should not tell anyone. If people find out I saw what I saw, we might get into trouble. Will you promise not to say anything to anyone, including Hannah, until I do?” “Yes.” “Pinky swear.” We intertwined our little fingers. “Is this our secret?” He asked with a warm smile.

After a few hours, Valerie woke her up and gave her specific instructions before letting her get out of the car and head to the house where she was meeting the dealer. "Ms. Valerian!" the old man greeted as he walked towards her. He reached out his hand and said, "I am Carlos Killa, and let me tour you around the house." Shantala shook hands with him before he followed his lead towards the path through the woods. With her anxiousness getting the better of her, she kept glancing behind her and looking around just to make sure that no one was actually waiting to ambush her. Even though Valerie had already told her that the cottage was located in the woods, she still could not find herself feel

It's still something I kind of want to do. “Here you go.” A wench sauntered up to our table, bowls of food and a tall bottle of wine balanced perfectly on her tray. I was in too much of a daze to acknowledge her. Something she didn’t seem to mind as she placed everything on the table, ignoring my gaping mouth and wide-eyed, startled glare. She turned to Pertrece, “Flanken says he’s going to need you in thirty.” “Yeah, yeah.” The wench huffed, “Don’t go chasing away customers. She tips good for a-”

Valentine's tone was clear, crisp, and commanding. Duncan understood and nodded before picking Selene up and lifting her onto his shoulders. They hurried back to their group. From afar, hiding within the trees, Zamiel smiled, watching the unsuspecting werewolves carry the young, clueless witch away.

The following morning Wisdom is on the balcony of her bedroom replaying everything that has happened since she returned home. The familiar scent has been bugging the hell out of her. She’s looking at Chickpea sleeping in her rocker. “Your mommy is missing some major details." Wisdom looks toward the woods and sees a man waving at her then he vanishes. “Who in the hell are you?" She sniffs in that direction but doesn't smell anything “A Hydrid or Warlock that can hide his scent.”