Closet Witches Novels & Stories

This was beyond anything I had ever imagined, and I couldn't fathom how Damien's own mother could be a participant in such a disturbing ritual. My mind reeled in disbelief at the scene unfolding before my eyes. What kind of twisted ritual was this? As if on cue, two other female witches emerged from the shadows, shedding their cloaks to reveal their naked forms. The first, a red-haired woman, possessed ample curves that drew the eye. Her breasts were large and firm, sitting proudly atop her chest, while her hips swayed with each graceful step. Beside her stood a blonde witch, her figure more slender but no less captivating. Though her breasts were smaller, her hips were wide and inviting, pr

She ran into me and I realized it was a witch. A very beautiful witch, his crystal blue eyes were huge with fear, yet I realized she was blind and unaware of her powers. She was truly scared as she held on to my shirt. "Please sir, the wolves are after me... please help me." she pleaded. Her hood fell off, revealing almost white hair glowing in the moonlight. The blind witches, I realized. They were a very rare and almost extinct breed of witches. A very powerful breed of witches, she was wearing the Burgundy hood cape, a symbol of their clan.

CHAPTER 2 SURPRISES IN STORE Previously on Witches: The Rising “It’s a brand new day, Clara. Don’t you think? And besides today is…” The woman was saying but Clara cut her off, “I know what today is, Ma. You don’t have to remind of my eighteenth birthday. You have been planning for it since I was ten.” Clara’s mother faked a pained gasp as she replied, “Not ten. Maybe something like since you were fourteen years old. Now get up from bed. You are going to be late for school and I do not pay your tuition so that you can be late for school.” Clara glanced at her mother and changed her eyes to be big to appeal to her mother, “Do I have to go to school today. Can’t I just stay home with you and d

The shadows in the room seemed alive, shifting in unnatural ways, stretching and curling as if they were watching us. Beth shuddered beside me. “Jack,” she whispered. “I don’t like this.” I gripped my stick tighter. “Let’s go,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “We’re getting Suzan and Simon out of here.” We stepped inside, our footsteps muffled by the thick layer of dust. The silence was suffocating, pressing down on us like a heavy weight. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the witch was here. Watching. Waiting. And she wasn’t going to let us leave.

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

Just like how the moon was the very center of the werewolf's existence, it was also a powerful source of natural magic for the witches. Soon the moon made its presence known, and the witches formed a circle in the court. Each of the coven witches stood beside the burning torches fixed around the courtyard. They were all dressed in similar woolen red cloaks, all wearing hoods over their heads. Some markings were scribbled on the ground. Valerie explained that it was some kind of access to the Earth's magic.

The time had come. "Marije Arriens Crowningshield came in at 8:30 this morning and confessed everything in a full statement to MC Detective Stonewall." He turned to the board with his laser pointer in hand. "She gave up her husband Caleb, aka Casper," he put the red dot right in the middle of his forehead. "She also gave up Lasses Birgitta, aka Kool-Aid." The red dot sat in the middle of her throat. "Their Witches Coven are moving a lot of Salts and were ready to make a deal with Shadow Posse to take over Heroin and Meth distribution in The Heights." He turned to face the bullpen with a bit of a heavy look on his face. "Crowningashield alleges that her husband ordered the hit on an LREC enfo

I straightened, sharp anger sharpening my calm. “Send them in,” I growled out loud, even as I mind-linked another set of guards. Secure Evelyn. No contact. No visitors. And for the Moon’s sake, don’t let her know the witches are here. If she finds out, she’ll twist this in her favor. One of them was her friend, remember that. We cannot give her a weapon. ________________________________________ Minutes later, the large double doors of the central hall opened, and they entered. Four women. Dressed in flowing cloaks of midnight and deep emeralds. Their feet didn’t make a sound on the marble floors, and yet every step seemed to echo with power.

The witches' presence was palpable. Reaching the summit, they found themselves in an eerie glen bathed in an unnatural, pulsating light. The witches, cloaked in black form fitting outfits, emerged from the darkness. Their eyes glowed with malevolence as they chanted incantations that sent shivers down their spines. The air was charged with tension as they cautiously advanced through the dense foliage, their weapons at the ready. Kollie moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, her eyes fixed on the magical women and men ahead.

We know how to work together, and we know the enemy. Going with Kanati and starting at the site where Kayla was taken were Jared, Summer, Rowen, Arya, Liam, Zak, Brandon, and Corinda. They’d be joined by Citra’s counterpart, Hawk—the High Priest of the Mother Coven—who was a huge asset in the last war. He’s bringing three other Mother witches and two Crone witches. Yeah, Crone witches fighting Crone witches sounds weird, but the Riding Hoods don’t represent the true Crone teachings. Many Crone-aligned witches want them gone—they’re a stain.