Closet Witches Novels & Stories

The humans look out of the window to stare at what they thought to be an eclipse while I stood up and went in search of my mate. I stood in the hallway, not knowing where to turn to, and Adal request I let him have partial control so he can help with the search for her. We went in search of her together, and our instinct led us to the front of the females' washroom. 'Are you sure about this?' I asked him and he nods his head. I was overwhelmed by the amount of power in the washroom the moment I turned the knob. The force made me stagger a couple of feet back before I regained my composure. What the hell was that?

Gail closed her bedroom door and leaned against it. Despite her best attempts, the guilt flooded her. The witches had all but declared war on the werewolves. Worse yet, it seemed they were winning. Gail had no doubts that the coven controlling all werewolves in the area, or possibly the country, wasn’t a good thing. But what could she do about it? She took down the box from the closet with the idea to toss the charm in there, but when she saw the pictures, she hesitated. Gail plopped down on the bed next to the box. She picked up one photograph.

That was the first thing I’d put an end to once the Blood Witch was six feet under. Both of the women stood proud and tall, with heavy cloaks wrapped around their shoulders. They were younger than I thought they’d be and looked to be around my own age. Neither one of the witches replied to Deacon, though one’s eyes began to smolder like hot coals. The other stood impassive, her hair the color of wheat and eyes like leaves during the peak of summer.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

I took a deep breath and let him lead me into the audience hall. This time we were sitting on the podium as the King and almost-Queen while the hall was empty, ready for our not-so-welcome guests to stand before us. Finally, the door opened, and three witches walked inside. They all wore black, ankle-length robes with long sleeves. Their hair was long and loose as if it were a mandatory feature. The one in the middle looked older than those who flanked her. She had dark-gray hair, and her face was covered with wrinkles. Once her cold, severe gaze met mine, I had to struggle not to flinch. They stopped in front of us.

They look at each other and for the third freaking time, burst out laughing. *********************** Sarah steps into the hall and everyone stops talking, you can almost hear a pin drop. It's as silent as a graveyard. The occupants all turn to look at her. They're all in a circle, about two hundred of them, witches, so you can imagine how big the hall and circle is. Katrina, who came with her, comes to stand beside her. "The Witch Supreme comes to bestow her greetings. Here ye her!" She yells in a voice that rings in the hall and comes as a shock to Sarah.

The atmosphere was solemn as the coven of witches gathered around the shrine in their traditional ceremonial garb. The priestesses of each clan, along with Astena, the leader of the coven, were at its center. They held aloft arcane symbols and chanted incantations in an ancient language that only they understood.

Clayton sighed. ‘Am I dreaming?’ He thought and tried to gather his awareness about his surroundings. The last time as he tried to recall, he was inside the room with the three of witches, Austin Duville, Caroline Duville and Claudia, The Wehr were standing in making a circle. They were spelling some mantra and from their each hand, Clayton saw leaking smokes that were entangled one to each other before uniting to make a bigger haze that was blown away to escape from the room. The haze was flying into the air, getting higher and higher before it disappeared in the night sky.

Two boys and a girl were having a threesome. “Oh shit!” He exclaimed in horror, quickly slamming the door, “Please memory, forget what you just saw.” He moved on to the next door and opened it. “Oh fuck!” He exclaimed once more at the gruesome scene and shut the door, “Is Professor Stiles even home? How the hell am I to leave here.” He moved on to the next door and placed his eye on it. All he heard was moans, he moved to the next one, to the next and then to the last door on the passage.

But unfortunately, the door was locked from the outside and, she was too weak to force her way out since she hasn’t turned into a wolf yet. After what seem like an hour but was actually five minutes passed, the door opened and three familiar faces walked in. The three witches. Helen, Tabitha and Sara. In their hands, they carried bags. Carly saw this as an opportunity to flee but the maids stopped her before she could make it pass the door. “Fool, where do you think you are running off to? The guards are right at the door. Try leave and get more beating.” Helen mocked. Referring to the punishment after Helen reported to Zoya that she was sleeping instead of working.