Wizard Of Oz: Dorothy Novels & Stories

A wood that won't burn and comes to life once fed with blood. A witch's blood. Once the tree tastes the blood on its bark, it will serve its master and die once the master has passed as well. As the gargoyle announcer announced, I stood in front of the two large dark doors. "Presenting our lady and Mistress of Pandora's Castle, Mistress Alice," he says in a deep voice. The doors automatically opened as I looked at the three princes standing on the side. I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne.

My heart keeps on thumping loud and loud and then the door finally opens. But to my utter surprise, Dorothy is just… huh a little girl. “She is just a child,” I say. “What have you thought otherwise? Who would she be?” he asks. I laugh at my own stupidity. Dorothy is just a little child and I thought she might be someone, you see… someone who is a grown up girl, just like us. Behind her stands a lady who is in her mid-thirties She smiles as she sees him and then turns to me with a questionable face.

he asks. “Did you not notice her watching us at the meeting? Silly me, of course not. You wouldn’t watch her like I have with the spell,” Dorothy exclaims, flicking her wrist to open the door, “You may as well come in dear and quickly. Cora, don’t you worry, I couldn’t hear nor smell you. You did very well. It’s just that Eve is her Mother’s Daughter through and through and far too inquisitive for her own good,” Dorothy jokes. I enter the room and shut the door, speechless at what I’ve heard. Dorothy, my Dorothy, my Nurse who is my Aunt, is a half witch?

Sited in straw in a small wooden cage, Baara looks at her surroundings shivering from the cold, this might as well really be how she dies, Oracle? What was she thinking? She suddenly heard screaming, the voice sounded so familiar, she holds on to the bars to see what was going on, her eyes widen when she sees Dorothy being dragged by the guards, Baara felt her whole body shiver, tears slowly fall down her cheeks. They must have arrested Dorothy thinking she was an accomplice, Baara thought to herself, she lifts up her head and deeply sighed, not only has she gotten herself in trouble, she has gotten Dorothy in trouble as well.

His True Face "What happened to Dorothy?" asked Emily with a trembling voice Laura blew a dusty chair and sat on it. "She thought she was smart but Olivia was smart! Ah, poor Dorothy, she got fired because Olivia knew that she worked together with Specter," answered Laura there was a hint of happiness in her voice.

Dorothy nodded and rubbed her back smoothly. “Calm down Buttercup. You are safe. No one can hurt you. I’m here Buttercup” She continuously whispered into her ear and rubbed her back. Zara sobbed and shook her head. “He is here grandma. He is here” Dorothy frowned holding her face and wiped her tears. “No one is here Buttercup. No one can reach you” Zara cried and shook her head again. She held Dorothy’s hands and hiccupped “He is here grandma. I saw him”

Dorothy said, trembling. "Hurry up, you lazy girls," the mother shouted from the other side of the room. Sophia was so weak she could barely walk; her body would collapse at any moment. She placed the wood in the fireplace and struggled not to faint over the fire. “You are slow and undisciplined.” Dorothy did not move. She remained still with the wood in her arms and her hungry eyes fixed on the table. No matter how much her brain ordered the muscles in her legs to move, she remained paralyzed.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

“Take me to Lorenzo. Now.” Stefan’s jaw tightened. “You’re not going anywhere near that man.” “Stefan, I don’t care what happens to me! Those kids are with him, and I’m going to Lorenzo. If you won’t take me, I’ll find my own way!” Dorothy screamed. She barely moved before dizziness washed over her. Her vision blurred, sounds grew faint. “Love…” Stefan’s voice echoed, urgent but fading, before darkness swallowed her. Dorothy woke in a familiar room. A drip hung from her arm, and an oxygen mask covered her face. Her mind snapped back to earlier—Lorenzo had the kids. They were in danger.

This particular spell could only be used by high priestesses and only a high priestess more powerful than the one that casted the spell could see her or undo it. Elder Lazarus was not a witch, he did not have our blood and he was a full-fledged wolf. I was sure of this so how was this possible?