Closet Witches Novels & Stories

She joined the hug as well and so did Allegra. "I almost forget. Rhona sent us to get you. It's time to say goodbye to Esther" Lizzy led them to the witches courtyard. The place was overly crowded. The Pack members were present and the entire coven witches including members of the Crescent vampires Coven. Everyone dressed in black but the witches had a cloak on them. Davina and the girls joined them. Her eyes went to the finely dressed woman laying motionlessly in the opened casket. Esther looked so pale, her black hair neatly combed, her beautiful black skin still looking beautiful under the cloak that she was dressed in.

As if each laugh held something bad. I clutched at Orion's hand. He did not flinch, but gave my fingers a hard squeeze of reassurance. We continued on further. The cave opened into a larger cave that was filled with a pale blue light that seemed to come from the rocks themselves. And that is where I saw the witches. They were seated on rock thrones in a wide semicircle. Twelve women. They were all elderly. Their skin was draped in folds and wrinkles like parched paper, their hair slithering in thick matted locks, their eyes hollow. But their eyes, God, their eyes, blazed with dagger fury, focused on us with wordless fury.

Additionally, sage or sweetgrass was used to cleanse the altar. There were twenty young witches gathered around the altar, each wearing a long linen frock with a hood. A large circle had been formed around them with white salt, and four of the elders were seated in the center, all of them in a meditative attitude, completely oblivious to the danger that was about to strike them.

Not noticing that something was off, the old witch house wasn't even hidden by her spell, both of us walked inside the small house. "Where are you-" Elena stopped in between when we saw what was happening in front of us. 6 figures in long black cloaks, their face was hidden under the big capes. Between them stood a little normal-looking witch, but she also wasn't so modern. Her face was calm but her eyes were warning us to not do something stupid. 'Oh do we need to tell her that we ain't idiot, everything we do is for everyone's good.' my wolf always seemed to praise herself, ignoring her I focused on the scene in front of us.

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.

But I am ready to correct that. I am ready to fight fate till the end of life if that is what is takes to protect Khloe. "Just hang in there for me baby, mommy's coming." I said, trying hard to focus on the road. Writer's POV The last three witches left alive on the surface of the earth had gathered in their coven to commence the ritual for the annihilation of all lycanthropes. They had everything ready; the voodoo dolls representing the alphas, the corn babies representing the spirits of their dead witch sisters and brothers, strands of the different hairs of different alpha, and the blood of a royal lycanthrope.

"What did she say?" "The bracelet was embedded with black magic." I was right. "Black magic?" She gasped in shock. "You mean witches?" I never thought how adorable I was until Nick chuckled and brushed a hair back from her eyes. "Yes." How did she meet one if Leah received that bracelet from a witch? If I recall, witches live in the Demon Realm. They are hideous creatures that live in a boiling swamp, and like in media such as The Witches, movie; they have long pointy noses, warts on their faces, and they are all black, covering them entirely like skin. To distinguish them from humans, they are bald. That is why they wear wigs to hide them.

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

The dungeon door creaks open with a slow groan, the hinges protesting under the weight of the six witches as they come into the chamber. Their laughter is sharp, and mocking, their fingers already toying with the straps of their leather harnesses, the buckles of their cuffs and the metal of their newest toys. Cole barely lifts his head from the slab, his body still trembling from Varek’s brutal use, his thighs slick with spent cum and his own sweat. The witches don’t wait for permission.

She loaded the heavy chest into an unmarked carriage and drove out into the dead of night, heading toward the shifting, foul mists of the outer border marshes. Deep within a hollowed-out grove of dead willow trees, the dark coven was waiting. Three ancient blood witches sat around a boiling iron cauldron, their faces hidden behind masks woven from dried human skin. They smelled of sulfur, copper, and fresh decay. Tanya dragged the heavy chest of gold and moon-gems across the damp earth, slamming it down before the hags.