The Witchs Diner Novels & Stories

He asked. “I waited at the diner until she finished eating. That waitress Camille waited on her, and I overheard their conversation. The witch said she was in town looking for a quiet place to live. She called herself Diana.” Gerald finished his beer and grabbed another one from the six-pack resting next to his bike.

He slammed the door and walked out of Captain Harris’ office leaving him spellbound. Detective White started driving to the witches’ quarter. A place located in the East of New Orleans where dark witches live and as well sell magical objects. Both white clan and dark witches. After the incident at Bailey Avenue, he sought help in the witches’ quarter and one of them promised to help if he will pay a good amount of money. Her name is, Eva.

They shifted to huger-than-expected brown, white, black, and auburn wolves that set the whole cafeteria in chaos. All the witches were leaving without blinking twice and the cooks were nowhere to be soon, just vanished into thin air. The once cool atmosphere that we were thanking the goddess for had shifted as fast as they did and I regretted coming to dinner, but if coming meant that Leah and Rachel would not have to face this alone then I didn’t regret it as much anywhere.

Nikki snarled. Ten Minutes later, the witch sashayed her way into the dining room, taking the only available seat which was at the head of the table. "That's the Alpha's seat. You're not allowed to sit there," Nikki told her. The witch ignored her as she looked at her empty plate, then looked around for a maid. "Did you hear me?" Nikki slapped the table. The witch looked at everyone's plate, still ignoring the young wolf. "Can I get something to eat, maybe some toast?"

After a day with the witches, minus Jade, our bellies rumbled and we decided to go to a restaurant. It probably wasn’t the best idea to go under the influence but we had Nyx watching over us. It didn’t matter how many drinks she had she remained unfazed. Eventually we found ourselves sitting at a place called Mirak.

who is brought back to life just yesterday?" Azazel chuckled lightly.Her eyes got fixed on a bunch of children who were playing in the park."Well, I found so much similar for a witch who is brought back to life just yesterday."She took a deep whiff and her hands got full of colourful balloons and candies.She walked up to the children and smiled widely."Who wants candy?" she giggled lightly.The children, at first, ran away from her but then they slowly approached her.She knew the kids couldn't deny the candies."Want a candy?" she bent down to ask a young girl who gave a nod."What will you do with these children?" Azazel asked as he saw the queue of children walking behind her.Her face was fu

Megan blushes. “I- I… okay. If you say so.” She answers shyly before hopping up and pulling on the emerald green dress. Hey, I think I’m getting better at this girl talk thing? At six on the dot Bellamy, Darrien, Megan and I walk into a place called ‘Witches Booze’. It looks like a kind of combination of a bar and pub. Like it mostly seems like a place for drinking, but also food is an option. The music is pretty good and the place is definitely decorated in a very Witchy theme, but somehow it looks quirky and cool rather than cheezy. I immediately love the place.

I thought her family had picked a public place so I didn't make a big commotion, I seemed to have a tendency of doing that. "Goddess, we're ten minutes late," Amelia whined as we made it in front of the diner which had the eighties or nineties theme to it as she described. The outside was already packed with wolves, brown picnic chairs and tables seated for two was placed strategically and spaciously around the front of the diner, even though I couldn't see very well, the faint outlines of the area showed where everything was, plus it did help that Irene told me everything about it. She described the front to be a pale blue and had little shrubs on the wooden tables. I could smell familiar s

I lied. "Then you must be important. The luna over there told me not to let a single black wolf in. But if he invited you, I can’t stop you. My apologies, miss. Carry on," the waiter said, bowed slightly, and strolled away. "Hey! Over here," the witch waved at me—I mean, Mason’s mom. I walked over to her and bowed slightly, "What are you doing just standing there? Can’t you see I’m out of wine?" she snapped. “Go get me another one. Quick.”

Wanda cackled with glee. Dane looked terrified. Kyra is covered with so much mud, that its caked up all over her body. "Now, start it" Wanda snapped at Dane as if she is asking to peel an orange. But In fact she is asking Dane to sleep with Kyra. "Ah? Here?" Dane looked around the living area of the witch hut which is now filled with drawings of pentagram and lit candles. Suddenly all the witches entered inside the living area and surrounded Dane and Kyra. They shed their robes. For a moment Dane looked terrified. They are all old, really old. But their body felt still young and fit.