All Chapters of Hexes & Howls: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

It all began with the sudden sound of gunshots, cutting through the stillness of a dense forest. The brightness of the full moon was not enough to expose the hidden creature lurking behind the trees.In the midst of the chaos, six men, dressed in black uniforms, frantically sprayed bullets at anything that moved. The echoes of the gunfire reverberated throughout the forest until a voice from within the group commanded, "Hold your fire! Hold your fire!"The youngest member of the group, whose legs remained steady and unshaken by fear, was the one who called for a ceasefire. As the gunfire ceased, a deep and unsettling silence fell over the forest, broken only by the sound of their hearts pounding in their chests"Everyone, just listen," the young man said, keeping his gun trained on anything that moved. Anyone who made a sound risked attracting attention, and all six guns would be pointed at them in an instant. The group was standing in a small, open field surrounded by trees, with no

Ashgrove High, the oldest school in town, exudes a haunting and foreboding energy that lingers long after one has left its premises. No amount of paint can mask the strange aura that emanates from its exteriors, leaving a lasting impression on all who dare to step foot within its walls.For some, the school's eerie atmosphere is an undeniable sign of paranormal activity, and they have even formed a club dedicated to uncovering its secrets. Others, however, have come to embrace the spooky appearance of the building and revel in its mysterious past, finding solace in the thrill of the unknown.Whether one believes in the supernatural or not, there is no denying the powerful emotions that Ashgrove High evokes in all who encounter itBefore the summer break, the students were filled with eager anticipation to escape the dull routine of school and embrace the freedom of a long-awaited vacation. They couldn't wait to break free from the confines of the classroom and enjoy the sunshine, laug

In The class. Miranda hesitantly stepped into the noisy classroom, but as soon as her classmates saw her, the room fell silent. The weight of their stares felt like a physical pressure on her, and for the first time, she felt exposed and vulnerable. It was a feeling she wouldn't have noticed if Taylor, her friend, were still by her side. The classroom was almost at maximum capacity, with only two empty tables available at the back - one by the window. Miranda headed for the table by the window, hoping that being able to gaze outside would provide some much-needed mental relief when the class became too much to bear. As she pulled out her chair and sat down, Miranda took a moment observing how everyone was engaged in conversations with each other. Faith Abel's voice rang out, her laughter echoing across the room as she talked with her seatmate and friend, Lady P. Miranda couldn't help but stare, feeling envious as she watched the popular girls effortlessly socializing. When Faith c

In the twilight hours, when the sun was but a fading ember in the sky, the students of the school would gather for their final activity of the day: sport. Some would sweat and strain on the field, while others pursued more esoteric interests in the school's non-physical clubs. There were those who sought the supernatural, the musicians who made melodies, and the journalists who hunted for truth.Though extra-curricular activities were not mandatory, those who wished to attend a reputable university knew that they must excel in every aspect of their education. Miranda, however, found herself alone in the bleachers overlooking the football field. She was not a member of any club, and she should have been at her uncle's café half an hour ago. But instead, she pulled out a book of spells from her bag and began to read.The book was small enough to fit in her pocket, but its contents were vast and ancient. While her classmates learned the arts of other crafts, Miranda preferred to delve in

The shrill sound of the whistle pierced through the air, signaling the beginning of the team's training session. All but one of the student soccer players were out on the field, preparing for a friendly football match against a neighboring town's High School the following day. All eyes were on Chris, who had stepped up to fill the void left by Zikki, the star football player who was now relegated to the bench. The team was divided into two, one side donning their P.E gear while the other donned red vests. But the coach, ever the beacon of encouragement, stood apart, cheering both sides with equal fervor. "Good!" he exclaimed as a team scored or did well. "Good save... Defend!... Goal!!" Zikki's mind wandered back to the last game he had played, the memories still fresh in his mind despite the time that had passed. His injuries had left him shaken and uncertain, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had betrayed his pain in some way, leading Chris to launch his malicious attack. Each