The Witchs Diner Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

She glanced at Zeke, walking beside her, but his face was devoid of expression and she wondered what he was thinking after finding out that his Beta had taken over his pack in his absence. They reached a clearing where the creek poured into a large pool, flanked by trees and lush forest vegetation. There were more people here including women and children, bathing and doing laundry, the sounds of their voices a welcome relief from the eerie silence. As they approached, everyone grew silent and stopped what they were doing to stare at them as they walked by. Merlin could feel their eyes fixed on her and hear the whispers, calling her a witch and speculating on what she was doing with the forme

"Who is that? It’s so hot outside. Why is she kneeling there? She looks so pitiful." The secretary looked through the glass toward the woman Iris was pointing at. "That’s a madwoman. She’s been wandering this area for five years now. She’s always screaming that she’s the mistress of the Thornes and throwing things at people. You stay far away from her, okay, Iris?" "I know! I’ll be good!" Iris said sweetly. 'I have to tell Mommy later to stay away from the crazy lady, too,' Iris thought to herself. 'I’m going to help Daddy protect Mommy!'

"Werewolves have spent centuries learning that wandering onto a witch's property without permission is a terrible idea." I couldn't help laughing. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "A little." She winked. "They'll smell witch all over that property." I smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. For once, our greatest advantage wasn't strength. It was fear. When our waitress returned with our food, I watched her juggle half a dozen tables without slowing down. She looked exhausted, yet she still managed to smile at every customer. "They're definitely short staffed," I murmured.

Not warmly — nothing about this woman was warm — but with a kind of terrible appreciation, the way a hunter smiles when the prey turns out to be more interesting than expected. "Alpha Dravon," she said, without looking away from me. "Under Council Law, Ordinance Seventeen, any wolf witch taken into pack custody must be surrendered to Council jurisdiction within forty-eight hours. You have —" she glanced at the narrow window "— thirty-six hours remaining. I will wait." "You're welcome to the guest quarters," Kael said. "My Beta will show you."

Lancelot bowed in courtesy. The room was built with curcular walls, and a high roof. Seven tall pillars built with skull shaped stones were arranged in a straight line, demarcating the council of seven witches, from the throne of the King of Witches, Grand Master Ahab, and his first queen, Diana. To their left, was a silver haired elderly woman, she was the only one who was sitted on the floor, with her legs folded beneath her, and her eyes closed.

from someone. "We are here," Sarah said as she took in the sight of the restaurant. It was beautiful. It was nature-themed. Sarah's type. The restaurant looked the same as before. This was the place where my friends and I were attacked but the place looked the same. As if it wasn't destroyed by a monster. This confirmed that this was a witch's doing. We got out of the car and walked to the door. Even though it had a closed sign, we walked in. "I'm sorry but we are closed on Sundays." A woman with brown hair says with her back facing us as she cleans the table. "We open tomorrow-"

The maids served the meal, and I got excited seeing Buffalo Chicken Wraps with Blue Cheese and Celery, Jambalaya, Linguine with Bacon, Peaches and Gorgonzola, Zoodles with Avocado and Mango Sauce, and more. "Margret, are we having a feast or something? So many dishes on the table." "Yes, tonight is going to be a special night for all of us. There will be a bonfire tonight as well," Margret said, her face filled with excess joy. Now I finally understood the level of happiness on the witches' faces today. It's because it's a special day for them. The beta of Alpha Nicklaus's pack also joined the table for lunch. "I am sorry I am late, just had to help the guys get more wood," he said before ta

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Winter kept her gaze down, watching her feet instead of looking at the other witches they passed. The communal space was crowded. Long stone tables lined the walls, and witches of all ages sat eating and talking. Conversations didn't stop when Winter entered, but several people glanced her way. Some with curiosity. Some with suspicion. Olivia sat near the far wall with younger witches. When she spotted Winter, her expression went carefully neutral. Performative innocence. Alice waved from a table near the center, having saved a space. Relief flooded through Winter. Winter collected food (fish stew, root vegetables, flat bread) and made her way to Alice's table. Levi followed, settling across