Closet Witch Novels & Stories

Zayn started. "I'm not a witch doctor," she interjected. "I'm a doctor who happens to be a witch." Zayn stood there in silence, looking at her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to speak to him with such assertiveness. He was used to people being intimidated by him and following his orders without question. "I'm not here to be bossed around by you," she said, crossing her arms. "I'm here to help!”

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

But she handed over the coins without complaint. The witch gave them a key and pointed to a staircase in the corner. "Second floor. Third door on the right. Don't cause trouble or I'll curse your innards to turn into snakes." "Understood," Kaelithra said quickly, taking the key. If she was real self the Witch threat means nothing to her but now she was here to hide. They climbed the creaky stairs and found their room. It was small and dusty and the beds looked like they might have fleas, but it had a door that locked and that was all that mattered.

The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me. The way the wards had blinked. The way Morwenna couldn't read her mind. She was a witch. A Salem witch. The last of them. But I didn't know the family she was from. And I didn't care. I would burn the world before I let anyone hurt her. "Cressida." She didn't respond. Her eyes were still distant, still swirling with that pale blue light. The wings flexed, spreading wider, casting jagged shadows across the frozen floor. If I stepped to close I could be hurt.

She tries to zip it up but her hands can't reach the zipper. She's really tempted to look in the mirror but she doesn't. She steps out to the ohhs and ahhs of her audience. Sarah turns around. "Someone please zip me up." Katrina snaps her finger and the dress zips up automatically. Sapphire jumps up and starts to clap. "Woah! Being a witch is so cool." Katrina snorts. "Darling girl, you don't know the least of it." SAMANTHA

I got dressed quickly changing into the white shirt and pants together with the hat on my head. I put my professional office cloth into my bag along with my phone book and the ten commandments I haven't read ,leaving my room to were the evil witch sat with her expensive iPhone in her hands. she saw me coming , she cut her call and turned to face me. She eyed my cloth like a creep ,lifting her eyebrows at me. "Were are you going this early morning dressed like a clown and that hideous bag in your hands" she asked sitting straight like she was a queen but we all know she was a cheap whore. far away from you were you can't steal any of my boyfriends anymore witch.

I paused seeing that the closet was full of clothes. This must have been Aunt Violet’s room. Her clothes were all beautiful. I ran my hand over her clothes finding her boho style a little trendy for a woman in her sixties. I dared to look at the size and was shocked to see that we were the same size. Even the shoes that sat on the closet floor fit me perfectly.

The dim light swung to and fro and people jubilated as they danced and rocked. A girl walked in, she had on a dark leather mini-skirt that stopped just a few inches from her thigh, dark fishnet stockings, dark boots and a corset top that squeezed out her titties. Her raven hair lay on her shoulder and her thick succulent lips were smudged with red lipstick. The moment she stepped in, everyone instantly felt her presence and turned to look at her. Some of the girls went green with envy at the sight of the lovely girl while the guys stared in lust and admiration.

I remarked. “I can't even stand her stupidity." "I thought she was one of the harshest and fiercest individuals in Duskrend, but she is nothing like that," I said. "Agh, I can only picture what she will do after we are done with them," Camila giggled as we approached the oldest witch's altar. "Alpha Claus, welcome; did you bring what I asked for?" She asked while pouring certain ingredients that caused the fire to emit black smoke. “Yes, I did," I said, handing her the dress.

It would take a lot to bring her down, but I was determined to do whatever it would take to bring her down. With my head held high, spine straightened, I walked into the coven meeting room wearing a black hooded cloak with the hood over my head. The rest of the witches wore something similar. But, their cloaks were red instead of black. They all lowered their heads in respect. Although I wasn't as strong as my sister used to be, I was more powerful than the rest of the Witches. I sat down on my seat at the tail end of the long table, then I fiddled with the lotus necklace pendant around my neck. It wasn't the original one. I needed to find the original one because it held so much power. Rhea