Closet Witches Novels & Stories

"The witches burned." The tapestries showed flames now. Women in dark dresses, hands bound, faces raised to the sky. Wolves watching from the shadows. "We abandoned them," Theron said. "To save ourselves." The room was silent. Wolves shifted in their seats, uncomfortable. I couldn't breathe. They didn't just leave us, particular bloodlines wanted our power, wanted what we could control. All these aren't true. They should be told the truth and not the lies. "We turned our backs on our oldest allies. And when the fires died, the witches remembered." Theron's sharp eyes swept the room. "They have not forgotten."

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

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.

Candles, crystals, a knife that looks a thousand years old, and many different types of leaves and spices. While she collects them, I study the other witches around the room. There are about ten or fifteen of them, and they all seem vastly different. Some are dressed in work clothes with shiny vests or name tags on, others are in gothic black style fishnet clothes with too many piercings and tattoos. Some simply look like they have only just woken up, pouring large cups of coffee with pajamas hanging from them.

"Yeah, lady! Don't even try with me. Too much, too little, too late. Know what I mean? Come on Aunt Lily! We got the names we need we can drain their powers and that's all we needed." She reaches out her hand and I took it walking through the village. Pru and Gloria fallowing, asking us to reconsider. We lifted our hands to open a portal and we both whisper "Hall closet" so the crazy witches couldn't see where we went. And giggling, we waved. Stepping out of the hall closet, we scared the living daylights out of the poor housekeeper who ran down the hall screaming something about ghosts in the closet, and we walked back into the conference room, holding our sides from laughing.

Wendy rolled her eyes, something told her she was lying, and Hayley must know very much about the things in this book. “Do you know about witches?” Wendy asked. That was all she had been seeing in the book. * Weston Hills was formerly a town of witches, a town of dark powerful witches. Amongst these witches were other supernatural creatures, spirits, vampires, werewolves, gargoyles, golems, and the rest of them. Most of them were extinct. Some years ago, these witches fled away due to the numerous attacks launched by humans on them. Though they had the power to fight back, they had to flee because they never wanted what was imprisoned to be returned. Weston Hills had other natural creatures,

I commanded. "Understood, Alpha. They shall be prepared as per your instructions." My elation knew no bounds. I had spent years searching for these witches, renowned for their formidable powers. Their expertise in crafting and casting unimaginable spells was unparalleled. I eagerly anticipated laying my eyes upon them. ~ The following day, as I had informed my beta, we set out towards the witches' coven. Upon arrival, I removed my cloak and handed it to one of my men. I had learned that the witches held a rule that outsiders should not wear cloaks, as it identified them as part of their kind. With this in mind, I ventured into the cave.

"How is the place?" "Orderly. The witches work according to a strict timetable, and there is no time for mistakes or delays. They all have to dress in uniforms, a set of robes that is similar for both males and females. Most of them are celibate, they believe that it will protect the purity of their power." "Is it true?"

When Kieran told Annaliese they will be going to visit the witches coven, she was expecting a dark gloomy place not this colourful and lively place. At the entrance of the coven is a big statue of hecate. They are all wearing a particular color of cloaks, brown with pointy hats. How don't they get their cloaks mixed up?. The place smells strongly of incense. The people all have different things hanging at their doors. What makes it colorful are the paintings, the lush green grass, the different and colorful ornaments hanging everywhere, the different color of houses. They all contrasted against their brown cloaks.

Marla grunted with a deep frown and said, "They are all around us. We have been surrounded." My eyes darted around and I counted eighteen witches in total, all wearing brown cloaks, but didn't cover the hoodies over their long, grey hairs. "You recognise these women?" "My sisters." Marla mumbled, "My beloved sisters that I thought I had lost during the war."