Closet Witches Novels & Stories

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.

The trees bent away from the trail, and the sky disappeared behind a canopy of darkness. He had entered the witches' sanctum. Within moments, figures emerged from the shadows. Cloaked women with pale eyes and amused expressions circled him like wolves around weakened prey. At the center of the coven, on a raised platform of bones and roots, stood the oldest among them—three crones cloaked in grey, their faces gaunt and unreadable. Marcello dropped to his knees. “Please,” he breathed, chest heaving. “I need sanctuary.” Laughter echoed around him—cold and cruel.

However, the doors opened on their own and they knew it was a sign of welcome from the witches and now they understand while none of them had come to meet them, turns out, they have been waiting for them. They walked inside the dark hallway but the darkness was not a problem with them as they moved quietly and silently through the hallway. Finally, they met another door which opened upon their arrival as well and they entered it to find themselves surrounded by people dressed in black hoods. A woman stood in front of them and summoned them to come closer. She was old with wrinkles, but one could still see that she was a beauty. Her grey hair cascaded down her shoulders like waterfall and she

a sharp, melodic voice echoed from the tree line. Through the silver shroud of the freezing mist, a dozen figures materialized. It wasn't just Soren's forest archers this time. Maeve's coven—the witches of the high glen who had remained hidden within the castle walls for centuries—had moved out into the open. They wore heavy, dark wool cloaks, their faces obscured by deep hoods, but their hands were completely bare, glowing with a thick, pulsating emerald and amethyst light. The lead witch, a fierce elder with eyes like polished jade, stepped right up to the edge of the crag, beside Soren.

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an

The stone walls are covered in fantastic tapestries that are thousands of years old and in the center of the room is a circle of velvet chairs. Araminta takes a seat in one of the high-back chairs and offers me the chair to her right. A few moments later, I hear the distinct popping of other portals opening and closing as witches walk into the room, their glow slowly fading as a thin thread of luminous vapor leeches behind them, still feeding the void as the gateways slowly close. The witches gathered are mostly old and weathered, but much like Araminta, dress as fashionable and youthful as someone half their age, wearing the mantle of their power and age with effortless ease.

he said . THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW. it as already dark and just as Destin had instructed Alisa and Virginia arranged 5 virgins whom are to carrying out the cleansing .the 3 witches were dressed on white while the 2 wizards were on black ,they all stood in front of the large crowd of coven members . " et lustop calup vuldra zampalo numbritus caslo " Destin chanted while holding onto a bowl . the candle around them suddenly went off then on again ,

I watched as they both entered the house. "Yo Alpha, that's some cool contacts you got there. They're glowing and shit. I bet you got them on Craigslist." I ignored my stupid beta. "You didn't think I came unprepared?" The witch said. "Hey witch bitch, you're gonna die today!" Carson promised. The witch folded her lips and whistled. Seconds later around a dozen ugly witches and around 40 rogues stepped out of the western side of the forest. "FUCK, we didn't see them or smell them. The bitch must have cloaked them."

The floor was marked with white chalk, etched with strange symbols and diagrams that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. As I was dragged into the room, my eyes locked onto Tristan and Damian, who stood at the center of the room, their eyes fixed intently on me. A few other vampires were stationed at the four edges of the room, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger, like guards waiting for their prey. But it was the four women dressed in red long cloaks that really caught my attention. They seemed to be performing some sort of ritual, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as they chanted in hushed tones. I didn't need anyone to tell me who these ladies were. It was c

"About witches. Thirteen of them, wearing tattered cloaks, chasing me through a cemetery. They wanted payment for the blood spell we did to save the baby. They almost killed me." No one spoke, they just stared at him. Dante forced himself to continue. "I woke up thinking about those witches and their dirty, disgusting cloaks. And then I thought about Witches Mom's cloak —and then Lady Eden—how her cloaks are always perfect. And that's when I remembered. The embroidery on her purple cloak. The three circles." Kael rubbed both hands across his face. The thought of the spell being mentioned again made his heart skip a little but he tried to shake it off. He swallowed hard.