Novel & Cerita Closet Witch

Candles, crystals, a knife that looks a thousand years old, and many different types of leaves and spices. While she collects them, I study the other witches around the room. There are about ten or fifteen of them, and they all seem vastly different. Some are dressed in work clothes with shiny vests or name tags on, others are in gothic black style fishnet clothes with too many piercings and tattoos. Some simply look like they have only just woken up, pouring large cups of coffee with pajamas hanging from them.

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an

She was right! Zeuck: — Who? The village women are so beautiful! Kataleya: — No! Belton: — Are there witches? Kataleya: — Just a sorceress! The Cataruda. Debon trembling: — And? Kataleya: — She takes over all the men who pass by! Zeuck: — Well, if she's beautiful I wouldn't mind if she took over me and... Kataleya: — Yes, you would care! She would take something from you..

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

She wore a simple blue dress and a matching shawl. “Hello, how may I help you?” she greeted us warmly. The maids spoke up, “The Alpha ordered us to bring Miss Kayla here. She is in need of your help.” The witch smiled, “Of course, come in.” She led us into her cozy cottage, As I stepped inside the cottage, the interior was dimly lit with a few candles scattered around the room. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, making me feel like I was walking into a different world altogether. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and there were various trinkets and objects scattered around the room, from crystals to dried flowers. In the center of the room was a small table, covered

In a lighter shade of gray underneath it, she wears a mid-thigh length hooded sweater dress with black over-the-knee boots. We knew she was a council witch because all the witches from the council wear the same cloak design as her's, but in different colors. They are color-coded by what kind of magic the witch is linked to. Blue is for powers related to water, red for fire, green for earth, and purple for wind. I had never seen a gray cloak before, except today. The brunette completely ignored us and walked in Naomi's direction. I stand up and step forward, giving a warning growl.

She never heard anything about a sorcerer before, but her aunt always cursed them for stealing a normal person's job with their magics. Seeing Ariana drowned in her thoughts, Ariana who had walked a few steps away once again cued her to fasten her pace to enter a small cloudy room with wells and buckets. Steams covered the whole room, but it wasn't the steam from warm water but rather a haze from cold water. The guards scurry each girl inside the room by groups. It was an open bath for them to go inside, and after the group in front of them finished throwing water thrice, it was her group's turn to go inside.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Deciding to be careful, I use a simple camouflaging charm over myself. It is a basic defensive charm, nothing like the Dark-Magic-fuelled Cloak that Ann and I used to hide from the assassins. The Cloak shrouds the person completely in darkness, rendering them totally invisible to prying eyes. But it can only be used at night, and it is powered by Dark Magic, which as Venusian Witches, we aren’t supposed to use.

I cleared my throat into the microphone. “Here’s the loser’s outfit for the next hour,” I announced, gesturing toward the door as my girlfriend walked in. Just like the last time, she wore the hideous outfit with dignity—though this time, she was a witch, not an alien. The crowd applauded, and I invited her to dance. She wore a long black witch’s robe with fabric deliberately hanging from her limbs, making it look several sizes too big. The hood draped over her head, but as I stepped closer, I saw she had pinned it back with several clips so she could see.