The Midnight Witch

‘The dead are seldom silent.

The Midnight Witch

‘The dead are seldom silent. All that is required for them to be heard is that someone be willing to listen. I have been listening to the dead all my life.’ Lady Lilith Montgomery is the daughter of the sixth Duke of Radnor. She is one of the most beautiful young women in London and engaged to the city’s most eligible bachelor. She is also a witch. When her father dies, her hapless brother Freddie takes on his title. But it is Lilith who inherits their father’s role as Head Witch of the Lazarus Coven. And it is Lilith who must face the threat of the Sentinels, a powerful group of dark sorcerers . . . Lilith knows the Lazarus creed: secrecy and silence. She has spent her life honouring the code. But then she meets Bram. With him, she must not be secret nor silent. Despite her loyalty to the coven and duty to her family, Lilith cannot keep her life as a witch hidden from the man she loves – yet, to tell him will risk everything.

The Midnight Witches

I called. “You're in danger! Get away from that old witch!” As soon as the witch
noticed me, she started screeching again in her awful voice. It was useless. The
more I squeaked, the louder she shrieked. My warning was completely muffled.

The Midnight Witches

The story of Snow White comes to life for Echo and the Bat Pack when an evil witch kidnaps Becca with the help of a poison apple. Now Michael, Tyler, and Echo must rescue Becca from a terrible fate before the clock strikes midnight.

The Midnight Witch

He was so obsessed with his carved wooden toys that he would play with them all day and even to the night.When the clock is on the twelfth night hour, The Midnight Witch rides her broomstick to the homes of sleeping children.

The Midnight Witch

In one house lived a little boy with his parents. His name was Hedwig Lockhart, his father was a toymaker and his mother made pastries."Time for bed Hedwig, put away your toys." said Nora; Hedwig's mother."But I don't want to go to bed, I want to play a little longer." he replied. He was so obsessed with his carved wooden toys that he would play with them all day and even to the night.When the clock is on the twelfth night hour, The Midnight Witch rides her broomstick to the homes of sleeping children. Window to window she peeks, hoping to find you still awake. If you're not asleep she'll take you away.Read this original and scary fairy tale to your children and they will always keep their bedtime.

The Only Thing Worse Than Witches

And he recognized the Midnight Witch, the Lightning Witch, the Thunder Witch,
and Storm. Rupert had never seen the other two witches before, and he assumed
they were visiting witches from Harkshire or Foxbury, which made Rupert feel ...

The Only Thing Worse Than Witches

Roald Dahl meets Eva Ibbotson in this hilarious middle grade debut * "Fifth-grader Rupert Campbell lives in a world that combines Roald Dahl’s Witches and Louis Sachar’s Wayside School. Readers will banish themselves from the ordinary world to finish this book in a flash." --Kirkus Reviews, starred review Rupert Campbell is fascinated by the witches who live nearby. He dreams of broomstick tours and souvenir potions, but the closest he can get to a witchy experience is sitting in class with his awful teacher Mrs. Frabbleknacker, who smells like bellybutton lint and forbids Rupert’s classmates from talking to each other before, during, and after class. So when he sees an ad to become a witch’s apprentice, Rupert simply can’t resist applying. But Witchling Two isn’t exactly what Rupert expected. With a hankering for lollipops and the magical aptitude of a toad, she needs all the help she can get to pass her exams and become a full-fledged witch. She’s determined to help Rupert stand up to dreadful Mrs. Frabbleknacker too, but the witchling's magic will be as useful as a clump of seaweed unless Rupert can figure out a way to help her improve her spellcasting—and fast!

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Molly Midnight and the Little People

What readers are saying "A truly magical adventure story.""An enchanting new series, my children have already fallen under Molly Midnight's spell!""My daughter loves the 'Worst Witch' series and now she has another favourite."

Molly Midnight and the Little People

Magic is dead - or so Molly thought... Molly Midnight is descended from a long line of witches, but their magic was long forgotten. Until the day Molly inherited her Grandfather's doll's house.The Midnight family doll's house hides a secret. Inside, live all of Molly's long-lost ancestors. Now, the lives of these tiny people are under threat - there is a Witch Hunter in the village.Can Molly learn how to use magic in time to save her family and the house full of little people? Or will she be the worst witch ever? What readers are saying "A truly magical adventure story.""An enchanting new series, my children have already fallen under Molly Midnight's spell!""My daughter loves the 'Worst Witch' series and now she has another favourite."

The Midnight Hour

No wonder he spends so much time at the club. “I didn't know you have a sister,” I
say. “What's she like?” I picture her being just like her brother. I imagine someone
Denney's age with lighter brown hair and the same gray eyes. “A witch,” he ...

The Midnight Hour

Who can really explain the feeling, the desire to be something more? For me, it is a strange sort of tugging, like all of me isn't really here, as if that missing piece is really somewhere else, engaging in the future that I hope to one day be part of. I know I am meant for something more. I can't really explain it, at least not in words, but I know there has to be more to life than what my eyes can see, than what my mind can understand. My heart tells me so. And aren't people always saying to follow your heart? It's a golden rule or something. Unfortunately, my life is still mostly normal. I'm the oldest of two children. My family is pretty wealthy, thanks to my dad's CEO position for his software company Cabbot Industries. Although he is an owner, he loves being hands-on and "part of the action." We don't have much to worry about in the way of finances, but we pay for it with Dad's constant absence. He's always away for work and business, typically halfway across the world. I trudge my way downstairs, fighting back the desire to rush back up to my room, jump in bed, and hide under the covers. I shake it off, telling myself, Less than five months of school left, Elle. You can do it. Stifling a yawn, I walk into the kitchen. Denney, my fifteen-year-old little brother, is sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. He gives me a small smile in acknowledgment, showing a little too much of his breakfast. I turn to the breadbox on the bakers rack and pull out a bagel. After popping it into the toaster, I turn to get the cream cheese out of the fridge. All of the appliances in the kitchen are stainless steel and pretty much in spotless 10 E. K. Schiller and Holly Schiller condition. I make an effort to wipe my prints from the fridge's handle before grabbing a knife and plate, just in time for my bagel to pop back out. I can hear Dad in the living room, pacing around as he talks on the phone. He's home for the week, something that only happens about once every month to six weeks. Probably talking to some business associate or assistant, I think to myself. "If you could have one wish granted, no matter how big or small, what would it be? Would you wish for fame, riches, or to be president?" Denney babbles from behind his bowl of cereal which I note, with a little disdain, is his ever favorite Lucky Charms. I don't answer at first, just reach for my bagel, still nice and warm. I take it to the table then spread strawberry cream cheese all over it. Reaching for the comic section of the paper, which Dad has thoughtfully left there for me, I finally turn to look at my brother. "Why?" I ask. "Have you suddenly become a genie or something?" I find I'm a little dissatisfied by his wish choices; I can't imagine my life revolving around any of the three, at least not solely. "Just wanted to know," he mumbles, milk dribbling down his chin and back into the cereal bowl. He stands to take his bowl to the sink, wiping the milk from his face with the sleeve of his shirt. I shrug, shaking my head at him. He's a bit of a dork. But I guess that's typical. Denney's short for his age, almost as tall as I am, which is a not quite impressive five foot three inches. Most boys his age have hit a growth spurt, shooting them well past me in height; I am waiting for Denney to hit his soon. He has my dishwater blond hair, a few shades lighter than Mom's nut brown. And his eyes are a soft hazel color, a mix of browns and greens. I turn back to my bagel and comics as I see Mom walking into the kitchen in her flowery robe, the one Dad thought would be a great Mother's Day present a few years ago. Funny how she only wears it when Dad's home from business. She and Dad have been together since high school. They both graduated from Stillton Hig

Gathered Leaves of Many Seasons

SCENE - The Cave of the Witch at Midnight . WITCH . What footsteps echo
through my cave ? Come they my secret aid to crave - Or come they here in quest
of blood , To swell with mine the reeking flood Which drenches the surrounding ...

Gathered Leaves of Many Seasons


The Midnight Blade of Sonic Honey

it turned out, the Evil Mother was not really an evil mother, but more of a Dark
Witch born from the pits of lustful blackulence and decadence of the minds of
men. Her hobbies were simple, and yet her aspirations were complex. As the
number of ...

The Midnight Blade of Sonic Honey

Fiction. "The neck that was once a wrist, choked on a wishbone made from a sliver of moonlight, which manifested itself as a seeing eye on the back of the hand that was just like a cheery fireplace on the back of a skull that became a house. Blue sapphire icicles were cried out of this synthetic eye, evoking the cold appearance of a dark witch who kept her animals in cages, who moved her freight elevators up, just like she went down on her dumb waiters, and who sliced off the heads of infidels expecting the interior of their bodies to be an emerald honeycomb of light that would weep strange songs." THE MIDNIGHT BLADE OF SONIC HONEY is the pairing of a surrealist novel and an automatic text that were written nearly seven years apart but which tell the same story, albeit as complementary permutations of each other. Dripping with bile and centered within a gothic sensibility, this journey opens the reader's skull like a freshly cracked coconut. With illustrations in black and white by Ribitch.

After Midnight

Come on,everyone's already gathered in my room waitingfor you.” Ifollowed
heracross the hall, noticing that every girlon our floor was decked out insome
version of a sexy cliche. Nurse. Witch.Cat. I was the onlyAlice inWonderland that I
saw, ...

After Midnight

From the outside, Becca Goldberg looks like any normal freshman girl at Tulane, but she’s been keeping a terrible secret. She’s really Allison Moore—a young witch from Peachville hiding out from an evil coven of witches known as the Order of Shadows. She thinks she is safe until an unexpected accident occurs. Now, she only has until midnight on Halloween until her identity is discovered. She must turn to the hottest, most elusive guy on campus for help. Will he help save her? Or will her life come crashing down around her after midnight? **After Midnight originally appeared in the Halloween collection entitled “Midnight Kiss”. This story is tied to the Peachville High Demons series, but it can also stand alone! If you haven’t read the Peachville High Demons series, you can get the first THREE books in the series for FREE! Simply search for the Beautiful Demons Box Set.