Black Candle Women Novels & Stories

They all look like very powerful and strong women. The heat in the room increased by the unmitigated amount of flames fueled by the candles they carry. They all started chanting words in a tongue unknown to me, throwing herbs at the blazes of their torches. The wildfire created by this action roars and expands as they repeat the words. Candle wax drips on my body, I scream in pain. Gritting my teeth, clenching my jaw. Closing my eyes again, feeling anger; rather; fury; revenge; pain flow through my veins.

Floating between the trees as smoke rose upwards from the flaming bowls, their lights made the icicles in the trees sparkle. The crone began to speak again, and Riona tried to bring her attention back, but instead found her eyes locked on a woman across the circle from her. A woman she had not known was in the coven. A woman with long dark hair and in the warm months, Riona knew her body was tight with corded muscle.

The fire distributes into too many small pieces and the candles hanging in the air lit up. The wall was made of black color, and spider's webs were seen in every corner of the room. Any person who steps inside the room can feel the darkness in the room making every single hair in their body strand in fright. The woman and men can be seen sleeping on the bed of marbles and a line of light-up candles can be seen flying in the air, both sides of the shadow coven witches around each of them.

One of the girls asked. "Get the black and yellow candles, the ecanto power, the emerdos crystal and.... The scented oil." The first girl said, and in no time, the items were ready. The sat in a circle and held their hands together, while Oceana was in a corner watching them. "Ancient and powerful goddess of evil....... Ancient and powerful goddess of evil....... Ancient and powerful goddess of evil....." The girls chorused, and suddenly, a hot air swooshed with a great force, that made them fall.

Chase, who had entered Yara's sea of consciousness, saw two beautiful women. One of them was Yara. Yara was bound up by a black rope that was burning with spectral fire. They looked menacing. The other woman was a beautiful middle-aged woman in black. She was covered with black flames. Her fair upper breasts were exposed. She had a beautiful face that did not seem to age. That woman was beautiful, but not as gorgeous as Yara. However, she was extremely seductive and had eyes that teased. Her extremely confident mannerisms gave her even more charm.

This had to be the reason Dane had interrupted my earlier plan. I followed Alec and Beth until they were a few feet from the tent. The flap of the big grey tent flew open abruptly and the spookiest woman I’d ever seen stood before us. Her eyes were black. Totally black. No white part, no clear pupil. The only thing breaking them up were little specks of… light? ‘She’s been blessed by Cerce, Goddess of Witchcraft. She is no normal witch,’ Dane alerted me, his fur rising on end. ‘She’s dangerous.’

In the center of the cavern sat a group of women. There were twelve of them. They sat in a circle around a massive cauldron of molten iron. They wore robes of gray wool. Their faces were hidden by hoods. One of them stood up. She was tall and thin. She lowered her hood. Her face was a map of wrinkles. Her eyes were milky white. She was blind. "Welcome," the woman rasped. "We have been expecting you Elara Vance." "Expecting us?" I asked. I kept my hand near my gun. "How?"

—--------- Somewhere else…. The cave was pitch dark. Any human would feel a shiver running through their spine. And the woman who knelt in the middle of the cave was no different. The cave doesn't have a single light but a few candles. The smoke emitted from the candles didn’t fade in the air instead the smoke turned into a few shapes and twirled around the woman who knelt in the middle of the cave. The flying smoke creatures, the golden light emitted from the candles along with the woman who sat in front of her in the huge chair which more likely looked like a throne made of bones and skeletons of dead creatures. She was wearing a dark red colored cloak, making her look like a devil.

Theresa wheezed, rushing over to kneel beside me with her soft hands moving comfortingly inside my hair. I gasped, tears filling my vision as I scrambled away from the woman who towered above me like a wraith, her narrowed hazel eyes and long blonde hair billowed around her shoulders like waterfalls. “Listen to me, Elizabeth Milkhart, because I will only repeat this over your grave.” Cassandra Blackwood hissed, pointing one crooked black claw at me as a scream lodged in my throat.

The underground chamber of Blackwell Manor no longer felt like a simple ritual room. After Alika stepped down from the chains, the air inside changed as if something long buried had been forced back into life. The candles that had once burned warm yellow now flickered violently, their flames stretching unnaturally before slowly turning into a deep, unnatural blue that should not exist in the normal world.