Wizard Of Oz: Dorothy Novels & Stories

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

Hesitantly while still gripping on the hem of her dress she walked over to the place that Mike ordered. Mike raised his left hand which was holding the wand and placed it over her shoulder. Ariana saw him raised his hand and thought that he would hit her for a mistake that she perhaps had done. Shutting to her eyes, the little girl braced herself from the incoming pain on her cheek. However unlike the pain she thought she would have to endure, a bright light formed from bellow her feet, glossing all her pain with its rays. Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing.

The last thing I remembered before I was sedated were words that had been spoken to me but was now able to understand clearly. Trust not, the woman with hair of fire and blood as of which runs through your veins. That woman was Dorothy and she had to be stopped.

It made the world feel safe for a split second. But the moment he drove off? Everything spiraled. It was the call. That damn call. #Flashback.# “Oh, splendid,” the woman said in that oozing voice. “Well, this is Paulina Voss… I’m guessing you already know who I am.” The name froze in my ear like an ice cube. I didn’t say anything immediately. My voice was stuttering like a toddler learning to lie. “I—I’m sorry, who?” “Oh, come off it,” she scoffed. “No need to pretend. You’re Dorothy, right? The poor little lamb they dumped in Rico’s path to play dress-up wife.”

As they passed Dorothy's table, Magnus let his fingers brush against the back of her chair—a touch so brief no one else would notice. But she felt it. The warmth spread through her like sunlight, steadying the tremor in her hands. -They defended us,- her wolf whispered, stirring for the first time in what felt like ages. -He defended us.- Dorothy watched them go, something shifting in her chest. For years, she'd been invisible. The weird one. The quiet one. The one who didn't quite fit. But maybe, just maybe, being seen wasn't as terrifying as she'd always believed.

The wine is water. Dorothy is brought in, dressed in a pretty little gown. She looks confused by the noise. She seeks my eyes, and I force a semblance of a smile. It feels like a crack in my face. Jessica reaches for her, pulling her close, murmuring about being a family. Dorothy stiffens, her small body going rigid. She doesn’t pull away, but her eyes dart to me, seeking rescue. I give a tiny, helpless shake of my head. Not now, little wolf. I can’t.

I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, the paper cold in my hands, and I thought about the woman in the documentary, the one who’d packed her bag and run. She’d been smart. She’d been fast. I was neither. I was just a girl with a dead father, a failing career, a sister who needed me, and forty‑two thousand dollars I would never have. I looked at the contract again. Doll. And I knew, in that moment, that I was going to sign it. ---

said a sweet voice. She tried to open her eyes to see whoever it was. She saw a beautiful woman in a white long dress with a wreath of beautiful flowers in her head. "A-are y-you... " she asked stuttering can barely speak. "... a diwata!" she answered and smiled sweetly. "D-diwata?" she asked almost a whisper. "Yes, I am the Queen of fairies," still giving her the sweetest smile. Andrea just smiled at her and closed her eyes. She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds.

“Hundreds of years or even thousands, Dorothy, you will never change the fact that you are nothing but a hoper and an ambitious creature! You wanted His Majesty but his heart belongs to someone else and that is his mate.” Dorothy lifted her hand to slap Merfie but she stopped when Merfie looked at her eyes. “Try to touch me again and you will regret it. Before your hand touches me, you will become rock like your puppet,” she said with a truthful voice. “Y-You!” Putting down her pride, Dorothy shivered to put her hand beside her body. Merfie closed her eyes. She swallowed. “Shuntaro barozo cuero ramasula bel! With the divinity of my power, steal the moment and bring me to my safest place.”

However, her eyes looked fierce, making Dorothy afraid, and she forgot to fight back. Soon, they heard the sound of the car engine from downstairs. Dorothy quickly adjusted her expression, and tears flowed down her cheeks. She looked aggrieved and innocent. Olivia was amazed by Dorothy’s acting skills. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes in ‘despair’ as she listened to the approaching footsteps. John was there to save his princess… It was too bad that was not her anymore. “Dolly, are you alright?” Dorothy’s eyes were red, and she bit her lips as she shook her head. “I-I’m fine, but the soup burned my arm a little.”