Novel & Cerita Black Candle Women

She turned around and handed each of us a candle, "You will now light the candles on the altar together. Lighting the candle on the left shows that you will work together to burn away any hardships and struggles the pack may face in the future. You will always work together in peace and lead your people to greater good and height. The candle on the right is scented, so when you light it, it represents your love for each other goes beyond life because the scent still lingers even when the candle has stopped burning." She paused for a moment and look at the moon goddess for a go ahead to continue which the moon goddess, nodded in reply. "The candle in the middle is for your life span,you both

Past's Shadow The woman arrived during a pack gathering, her motorcycle roaring up to the clubhouse with deliberate drama. Cassandra Blackwood, Blaze's ex-girlfriend from before he became alpha, looked exactly as she had five years ago – dangerous curves, leather pants, and ambition in her eyes. Her gaze solely fixed on Blaze and she licked her blood red lips trying to appear sexy. Maya felt Blaze tense through their mate bond before she even saw why. Luna, playing with Axel nearby, immediately picked up on the shift in energy.

My pussy tingled with the promise of forbidden pleasures, a sensation I’d chased in private fantasies but never dared to explore in such a public, yet secluded, setting. The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a candlelit chamber where five women awaited, their presence commanding and intoxicating. The leader, a statuesque woman with raven hair cascading down her back, wore a crimson robe that parted to reveal her toned thighs, her dark eyes glinting with a predatory warmth. Beside her stood a slender woman with silver hair, her sheer gown clinging to her lithe frame, a sly smile playing on her lips. A voluptuous brunette with a cascade of curls adjusted her velvet corset, her hands alrea

“What now?” “Now,” Lyra said, stepping forward, “we call on the Flame.” She raised the pendant. The ground trembled. The tree screamed. And from the crater’s edge—something rose. A figure cloaked in blue and silver. Hair like starlight. Eyes like fire. Not a spirit. Not a ghost. But a woman. Alive. Real. And furious. “Who dares awaken the blood of Black Hollow?” the woman growled. Lyra stepped forward, breathless.

I could tell it was a very bad word. In a heartbeat, the room filled with more than two hundred pre-teen girls grew quiet altogether. All eyes were on her, and how could they not? It was so weird to hear someone actually speak out her mind, at least here. Because here, women's opinion is supposed to be like the dark side of the moon; it exists, yet it is never exposed. But Sam was not the modest dark side of the moon. She was a proud Sirius A; a beautiful, free spirit we can't afford, Sister Cecilia said.

Swallowing past the lump of fear in my throat, I raised my head to look around the room. It was a humongous hall, with wooden flooring and several circles and patterns drawn on it with white paint. The entire room was filled with candles, hundreds of them and they provided just enough illumination to see what was around me. There were several other women in the room, all wearing black robes. And at the centre of the room stood a woman who was the only one showing signs of aging.

And everyone in it. “Get off of her! Don’t touch her!” I screamed to the pack as I pushed their lustful paws away. They cocked their heads and laughed heartily. Some howled as the warrior continued to take her; her groans of pleasure never pausing as the trance... this black magic took hold. I looked around the room. All the women’s eyes were blackened, under some sort of spell. Their grunts and groans of elation suffocated the room. One woman danced topless as the men grabbed and pulled roughly at her breasts.

At this moment, the candle flame on the temple shook, outside the dark clouds cover the moon, dark, in the darkness, slowly came twelve women, twelve people, as if coming from the dark night in general, each person, in the hands of the round moon curved blade, each person, the eyes are icy cold. However, in addition to the twelve of them, behind them, there were still ten people, after seeing the ten people behind them, the Cang Wolf King's face changed drastically, "Jing'er! Xiaowan!"

The pitch of the entire crowd’s muttering drops an octave. The males gathered closest to us part, revealing a phalanx of females led by a black she-wolf, a gray-haired female in her skin, and another female, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, who is somehow both furry and all woman at the same time. She looks like the NSFW character art that Kennedy downloads on her phone—so much butt and boobs and hips. My wolf draws herself up. She cowered like a pup in front of the males, but for some reason, she doesn’t want to show these females her neck. She’s trembling visibly, but she’s holding her head high.

They had their hoods up, but as soon as one of the women walked up to Kai, they all let them down to show their faces. I gasp when I realise who these women are; The Volkov Witches. Ebony skinned and blue-eyed, beautiful in every way. I look at the one standing next to Kai, and I am stunned at what I see; this witch had white, smokey eyes similar to the one I saw in my vision. She had an intricate red crescent moon tattoo beneath her eye as well. Was she the leader? She takes the hand in which Kai was holding the torch and signs over it while whispering before Kai walks to light the pyre. They all have their arms aloft while chanting something in which I could only assume was Russian.