Black Candle Women Novels & Stories

She opens the door and leads us in. Her house is decorated with natural elements, arranged in interesting ways and colorful tapestries and crystals line shelves and walls. I take a seat on what she refers to as the couch and we talk for a while. About weather, books, boys and girls. She expresses a fondness for the girl who had made my library card and I grin. Same sex mates are rare among us wolves, and that makes them all the more special. "Have you told her that you like her?" I inquire, and Evers' face turns as pink as her hair.

The women refuse to meet my gaze as I stand over them. “I am Alpha Andrew Black of the Red River Pack,” I say letting a little bit of my Alpha command flow over them. “I am willing to offer you sanctuary if that is what you wish. But this place will be burned to the ground as soon as I leave.” Both women look at me in surprise, and it is clear that neither have been invited to join a pack before. “Thank you, Alpha,” one of the women says as she crawls to my feet. But the other woman still refuses to acknowledge me.

Feeling the unease that we have caused the earth, but just when I feel it’s getting too much, the flames subside slightly, and the hazy white outline of a woman made of smoke and light appears with the fire. “I am Kalendra Isabel Esteren, daughter of the light. You have used dark magic to call me to the land of the living. One that I am not meant to dwell in. What do you want?” Her anger is clear, and I think I can make out burning green eyes, but I am not sure. Delsanra looks at me. When we entered the graveyard, I did share what I wanted to ask them. Knowing they will only answer to her.

"Yes. You see, when a witch is born in our coven, a candle is lit by her mother and placed in the great hall. It is a special kind of candle made by the witch elders. The light stays on as long as the person is alive. It changes colour depending on the situation the person is in. For example, when one is sick, it turns dark, when one is in danger, it turns red, when one dies, it goes off," she explained and I thought that that was genius. Wow! "So, when her light went off a few days after the war ended, there were only two possibilities: one, she had died or two, she had turned into a wolf.

he asks and I nod. “Two guys before I met Jim. Then I married him immediately out of high school. Then I had the abortion and…” I trail off, “Well with this big, ugly scar on my pelvis I never dance naked and consequently don’t offer any special privileges. I also don’t want to, or need to. I make enough like this.” I laugh. “It’s actually kind of funny. I usually take home more than those who take it all off. Maybe it’s because I’ve become kind of a mystery and they think if they pay more I’ll finally take it off. Maybe some of them also think I’m more innocent than others and dig it. I don’t know. People are into weird shit.”

I asked. “The black candle is made from my personal potion and aphrodisiac, the flames represent burning desire,” The witch replied. “And to activate it, you had to be close it with all the Alphas present. I am sure that you felt some pulses of energy at Asher’s place before you came here.” I swayed faintly. I remembered the strange feelings I had experienced at the Halls of residence. It was so faint that I had barely felt it. Then it was noticeable at Asher’s place but here it was paralysing.

SN: I will be introducing a new character into the book and she's most likely to change the plot and thicken the drama as she's involved in the lives of all the older characters so buy some coins and enjoy reading 'Women'. This new character would bring drama, comedy, action and suspense into the book. You might have an idea of who she is but trust me, you'll never see it coming. She is an independent woman as well and a strong one who doesn't stand for anybody's bullshit. She'll bring all other characters to a halt and change perspectives. Also, sneak peek; there may or may not be a separation in view for an unexpected couple.

The night was deep and silent. Only a sliver of moonlight shone in through the windows, casting pale shadows across the house. For some time now, Julian had not allowed the cook to come by. He was afraid that if too many people came and went, the traces left behind by the person who used to live there would fade even faster.

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.