Closet Witches Novels & Stories

He then hid them in Beta Sly's house who was his next-in-command. After midnight on the sixth day, a night before Whitney was to go back to Nashville, Whitney and everyone in the house were sleeping. There was a full moon and its pale light illuminated everywhere as the two witches and wizard hired by Luther were heading to Luther's father's mansion. The two witches were dressed in a black cloak and the wizard was dressed in a red cloak. Hoods were over their heads. As they got to the gate of Luther's father's mansion, they started reciting incantations and the security guard who was sitting by the gate was surprised. At first, he was afraid but he braced up and walked to the gate.

"iba o iba! iba o iba! iba o iba! iba kutukutu awo owuro, iba ganrin ganrin awo osan, iba eyin iya mi osoronga olokiki oru, at’ori ja’pa at’apa j’ori at’edo j’oronro, bi okete ba juba ile ile a la enu fun, bi ekolo juba ile ile a lanu fun, mo juba eyin agba loni o! e si ilekun agbede meji orun ati aye fun mi, eyi ti n se ela akoko." As soon as she finished the incantation, the wall opened to reveal a door made of fire and pitch dark smoke and she stepped through. She stepped out in the coven. There, she met a group of witches—all female except for a warlock who served as their drummer and executioner, the wielder of the witches’ blade. The coven was headed by three old witches who had been l

Their faces were not visible because of how the Cloak covered them up. "Dark witches'' Disgust was placed in Johnathan's voice as he said those words. "Dark witches! I thought you said they couldn't get here so fast" Alice whispered in a low voice. Even though she and Joan had gotten their powers they had never been in a real fight and with all they heard about the dark witches. Fear was beginning to creep in slowly. "Who are you!" One of the women came forward. Her cloak still covered her face as she walked till she stood just three feets away from them.

Inside, the humming melody grew significantly louder, echoing off the high stone ceilings and wrapping around us like a thick fog. The air smelled strongly of dried lavender, crushed herbs, and sweet ozone. We moved down the quiet entry hall, our senses hyper-tuned to every shadow, and stepped directly into the sanctuary's great hall. The sight before us made every single one of us stop dead in our tracks. Surrounding the entire floor were dozens of witches dressed entirely in white robes. They were sitting on the cold stone in a massive, perfect circle, their legs crossed, holding hands tightly as their eyes remained closed.

Lost coven was said to be a coven of witches, fallen witches to be precise. Witches who were chased out of Crusta for one crime or another. They came to the other world and formed a very powerful coven. They were a group of powerful mages and royals who committed treason and they were vengeful. They were the major reason why the royal teens couldn't perform magic so as not to attract them. But will this really work? Opening to the entrance of a massive building stood a woman in a long regal gown. She was holding a glass of wine in her right hand as she sat under the mini tree garden and watched the birds play. Another woman could be seen with her rubbing on a ball.

She never heard anything about a sorcerer before, but her aunt always cursed them for stealing a normal person's job with their magics. Seeing Ariana drowned in her thoughts, Ariana who had walked a few steps away once again cued her to fasten her pace to enter a small cloudy room with wells and buckets. Steams covered the whole room, but it wasn't the steam from warm water but rather a haze from cold water. The guards scurry each girl inside the room by groups. It was an open bath for them to go inside, and after the group in front of them finished throwing water thrice, it was her group's turn to go inside.

His clothes, his hands. Even still it was bad. Tabitha had passed out and so did the other witches that came. It was just Kathryn and her sister who were left standing amongst the witches. Even then I could see that Cole's witches have also been bested. He was standing with three witches, I am guess that they must be the strongest in his Coven. That was not the only ones with him, there was a couple of werewolves and a couple of vampires with him. The magic hourglass layed broken on the ground. There was not much blood here, I suppose that is because the witches were fighting each other with spells. Cole on the other hand looked like he hadn't even lifted a finger. He was spotless.

She needed time that she did not have to figure out what the change in timeline would be and plan how to maneuver so she hoped the older woman did not take offense when she asked her to leave. "Felicia..." She trailed off, feeling like her tongue was held down by weights. Felicia surveyed her seated form, mutely, with penetrative amber eyes then nodded to herself and walked to her closet before Helena could put herself together. "An event like this doesn't usually happen twice so it has to be as special as possible the first time, if the Goddess permits." She ranted, passionately as she picked through the closet, examining each piece of clothing with a critical eye. "What are we talking abou

One of the reasons my gammas are constantly inside the borders. Thirty six witches (male and female), divided in five covens, Arkana being the strongest of them with twelve members, and Black Jade being the newest with only three members. I see it as just kids rebelling against their witchy parents. Thinking they know best, i guess. There are some rivalries amongst them, but nothing serious. I believe most of them are basically fortune tellers or charlatans. Still, i always keep tabs. Better safe than sorry.

There are about ten witches wearing dark cloaks with hoods, standing in a perfect circle, and in front of them is something that makes bile rise in my throat and refuse to go back down. Bodies. Dozens of them, stacked on top of each other in a grotesque circle in front of the witches. The bodies consist of both werewolves and humans, their faces frozen in expressions of pure terror and agony. Men, women, some barely more than teenagers—all bleeding into a pool on the ground.