Closet Witches Novels & Stories

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

With a nod “Agreed. But before we go, we need to give the commander a proper burial. He deserves that much.” As we discuss our plans, a sudden gust of black dust swirls around us, forming a thick cloud. The air becomes heavy with anticipation, and as the dust settles, a whole colony of witches emerges before us. Their numbers are vast, easily exceeding fifty, and they are all cloaked in dark garments that conceal their faces. I look around and start to laugh maniacally “Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. A whole coven of witches. But where’s your boss? I don’t sense any formidable power among you.”

Alessia He laughed actually stomach holding head back tear rolling laughed at me. when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire."

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

“I vote for it. Honestly, if anyone could pull off a vampire queen right now, it’s you. The universe has a sense of humor.” Zoe stuck her tongue out. “Fine, fine. What about… witches?” She pulled out three wide-brimmed hats she’d bought last fall. “Classic, cute, coordinated. I’m picturing us as a trio of powerful sorceresses. Like, don’t mess with us energy.” “Cliché,” Melinda muttered, though her smirk gave her away. Chloe sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. “Actually… that could be fun. We’d match, and nobody would mistake us for, like, random party girls.”

All the witches present take of their hoods at this point, for the biennial meeting of the Witch Council, has begun. “Niam khawv koob, foom koob hmoov rau nws cov menyuam nrog lub zog, twsj hwm thiab hais kom ua. Raws li nws tau pib, yog tam sim no thiab puas yuav yog[1],” all chant before opening their eyes.

Her sisters quickly joined in and the three of them danced in unison, the sound of their footsteps creating a symphony of their own as they chanted mysterious spells. "You would kill me your sister?" A witch strode in, while the other three chanted their spells. however on closer inspection, one would notice the third witch, dressed in a purple cloak didn't chant a spell but was rather used as an anchor for magic by the other two witches, one dressed in black and the other dressed in white.

"I heard witches are divided into covens. How many are there exactly?" "In the past, there were five covens of witches in the kingdom. The Kandalas (night witches), that is us. The Kunarians (green witches), the Natosians (sea witches), the Fidimonin (folk witches), and lastly, the Tambolans (gray witches). Currently though, only three covens remain as the rest have either been impacted by the plague that nearly wiped out the whole of witches, or crossed to another dimension to survive. The only covens who survived the plague were the night witches, the sea witches, and the gray witches." "And each coven operates differently?"

It didn’t have offices like their warehouse, just the kitchen, a small bathroom, and a large open warehouse filled with shelves in which pallets of items were stacked. The witches had set their beds in between the rows of the shelves, using them for privacy from each other, but whilst the little offices of their warehouses weren’t fantastic for soundproofing, they did at least have doors to close giving the occupants the impression of being alone, and the witches didn’t have that privilege. She guessed they were okay with it because they were used to going sky-clad in each other’s company.