Closet Witch Novels & Stories

This can't be happening! Just as I was about to give up, Mum spoke again. “Though there's one witch who many believe knows more spells than any other witch alive. Supposedly, this witch got obsessed with spells.” “Oh, where does this witch live?” I asked excitedly. “What is her name? Don't tell me she lives far away from here.” I couldn't help myself from being excited. This bracelet felt like a personal prison built for me and that always sent shivers down my spine.

The trees that lined the courtyard were lush and green, and the leaves rustled gently in the wind. Miranda’s outfit was that of a typical witch from the Shadows Covens. Her black dress clung to her curves and was adorned with various gemstones that sparkled in the light. She had a cloak draped over her shoulders, and her long black hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes, which were a piercing green, were lined with kohl, and her lips were painted a deep red.

Touching Corvu’s face in appreciation of his presence she continues, “I gave her the amulet to protect her. I don’t need it anymore, my power is far too weak. But Tia has all the makings of an Elder Witch, that’s why I gave her the amulet.” Corvu’s brows lift, clearly whatever she said made sense to him. “So, Tia is actually a Witch? She doesn’t even need the amulet?” I’m a what? Are they insane? I was born in Manhattan. I would hardly think someone from this world possessed magic from another. Shelia chuckles.

of how I was to rip his head off like he did to my father. Alec turned his attention to my mother’s wolf and walked right up to her. She didn’t hesitate to stand up and nuzzle me. It startled me at first then I realized what that meant. She was still in there somewhere in there, trying to come back out. ‘We need to keep her hidden from the pack’ I linked to my Beta anxiously looking around trying to think of the best place to hide her until we could figure out how to undue what had been done to her. As I was thinking my mother whined and nudged me then pointed her head towards the burnt cabin. I knew what she was thinking. The old witch had a storm cellar where she performed most her ritual

I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself. “At exactly midnight, put the ingredients together in a pot. Should be in order according to the list. The heat should come from the trunk of a fifty-year-old oak tree. Simmer while reading the enchantment until the color fades. It should be as clear as water. Cool down before serving.” The procedure seemed easy but the power it carries could alter someone’s fate. By then, I decided to risk my life and become a real witch. -- My farewell including my reasons of taking this path was written in a piece of cloth. I used charcoal as my ink and my handkerchief as my paper. After I put the letter on the table, I held on

Whooooo~ We don't have to wait long before we are joined by 5 other "witches" who pile into our booth. They all give names that are either crystals, botanical plants, or have some other connection to nature or mythology. I'm not kidding. Marigold, Jasper, Antigone, Rainy, and Juniper all squish in next to us, each dressed in some version of boho chic like my friend Slone, who came in a black linen jumper with a leather harness and matching boots. I'm the only one there in a dress, and the one showing off the most skin, which just makes me feel like some kind of offering...or sacrifice.

"This is my child." Kimberly jerked back as if burned. Her hands flew protectively over her abdomen. "Where's Jas? What did you do to him?!" Her voice shook. "Where did you hide him?!" I tilted my head and feigned confusion. "He was just dragged out. You saw it yourself. You say you love him so much, and yet you couldn't even recognize him?" Of course she could not. Among witches, my gift was the strongest, so the backlash was the cruelest. I did not just take Jasper's fortune. I took 50 years of it in a single night.

After a short pause, Dave quietly said, “The witch is on her way. She told me she is making something very potent today.” The Alpha shut his eyes, and for a moment, he saw her again. The witch entered the room, overpowering everyone by her almost unearthly presence. Her attire, although made of heavy material, shone like a candle's flame in the dark. She held tightly a tiny wooden case, and the buzzing noise of an incredibly old power that was surrounding her filled the air. “Alpha Duaine,” she called, and her tone had a chill in it, but it was determined. “You still don’t look so good to me.”

Samuel's POV As I’m linking, movement at the top table catches my eye. A tall woman with dark, curly hair steps forward and settles neatly into Cole Larkin’s lap as if she belongs there. He dips his head to her ear, nuzzling her neck. Who the fuck is this? Caleb leans back and answers before I can ask. “That’s Catalina Nightcroft. She’s the witch who’s helping us.” The witch. I take another look, and the pieces shift. She must be powerful if she can cloak a stretch of land this large and block Task Force tracking. Cole’s attention stays on her, and for the first time tonight I’m grateful for the distraction. The less he’s looking outward, the better.

No talismans, no hex bags, nothing that explained the pull I felt standing away from her, as though there were a rope tied around my ribs and someone kept tugging at it slowly. “Nothing else, Alpha.” Eldric came up beside me, his voice low enough that only I’d hear it. “Exile her before dawn. A witch on our land, uninvited, during a season this unstable. The council won’t sit still for less.” “She fought no one. Threatened no one.” “That’s not the point, and you know it.” I did know it. I’d known it since I was old enough to carry the title. A stray witch was escorted to the border and told not to return, or things got worse, depending on the mood of whoever caught her. It was simple.