Closet Witches Novels & Stories

After much consideration, Jasper exhaled deeply and stood up . "Take me to them" he grunted and Ethan nodded and led the way. * The witches, known as the special supernatural beings, stood in the big hall with their Queen in front of them. They were known as sisters of the moon, and were usually dressed in a black garment with it's hoodie over their heads. Just eleven of them were present there at Jasper's pack, with their Queen - Liquorose - in front of them. And her assistant - Nika - beside her.

"I know this scent." Three women stepped out of the shadows. They were dressed in long, tattered robes made of owl feathers and dried moss. Their skin was as white as bone, and their eyes were completely black—no whites, no pupils, just endless voids. These were the Moon-Witches, the ancient guardians of the Crescent Moon’s secrets who had disappeared centuries ago. "The World-Alpha has a heavy heart," the middle witch said. Her voice sounded like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "You have the blood, child, but you do not have the Eclipse."

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).

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

And the House of Hecate would surely take both of us into custody. I once asked our aunt that, if that's the case, why did she send us into St. Marco? Wouldn't it be better if the three of us were together? She explained that we wouldn't be safe if we were with her. She said that it is also important for us to have anonymity and to live a normal life. That's why Aunt Kydra brought us to St. Marco, despite the situation, because she thought that was the safest place for me and Mayari. Because no one would go against the Headmistress, Simone Russo, one of the four Grand Mages. The Grand Mages were the strongest witches and wizards and they could act independently from the Grand Meister of the

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.

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.