The Witchs Diner Novels & Stories

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dadsrk witch gains power from others’ pain and suffering.” Lauren looked sick. “There are worse monsters to be than a werewolf, aren’t there?” “Yes,” he agreed. “Not all witches use things like this, but it’s hard to be a good witch.” There was a scrying bowl, still filled with water, on the floor next to the raccoon. The interior temperature of the cabin wasn’t much warmer than outside; if it had been there long, it would have been ice. They hadn’t missed the witch by much. He didn’t want to, but he touched the dead animal to see how long ago she’d worked her misery on it. Its flesh was still . . . It moved weakly, and he had his knife out and its neck severed as quickly as he could manage

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

“Why did you come back! You should have left with them!!!” “I told you I’m not leaving you. You can yell at me all you want when we both get out of here alive.” I clench my fist. “You’re so frustrating.” “How cute, a lover's spat.” We spin as the lantern on the wall lights up. The witch stands before us, smiling. She looks at me then turns her gaze to Elina. “Elina Sutherland, I presume.”

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

The witches are each in an identical satin dress, different only in the color. Enid, whose satin dress is a delicate gray, stands at the head of a table overflowing with ripe peaches, figs, and plums. “We are here tonight to celebrate the victory of our mission to curse Lunacy and take away Hyde's voice. Thank you to everyone who made it possible.” She raises a glass of spiced wine, we all toast, and take drinks. Then we eat a dinner of roast vegetables, lentil casserole, fruit, and a chopped salad. The witches are vegan, which is a sticking point for a lot of werewolves and tends to be one of the things that make our witches outsiders, even within packs. It doesn't help that so many of them

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

“What would you like to have for dinner?” “The deer stew sounds good,” Beta Carlo answers first. “I’ll have the rabbit stew,” Uncle John orders. All eyes now rest on me, I look at the blackboard where the menu is written in an elegant handwriting, “I’d like the deer stew as well, please.” “They’ll be out soon enough,” Morgan says as she walks back to the bar. “She gives me the creeps,” I say. “She’s a powerful witch. Best not stir up any trouble with her,” Uncle John warns me.

She just hoped that visiting the witch would be as productive as the rest of the day had been. They pulled up in front of the small ranch house on the outskirts of the city. A small woman in bohemian clothes opened the door and smiled brightly. The little house was filled with the aroma of black tea with honey and lemon. Young women sat on the deep red couch gratefully accepting their steaming cups. “Do black-eyed Alpha’s lips taste as good as we all assume?” the witch asked not minding that Damien was probably thirty years her younger. “There, even Vedma is on my side. Ada, we need details,” Emma exclaimed happy to have support.

I was the only one in the car and to be honest, I suddenly did not feel like getting out of the car. Alpha Dexter came over to the window. And knocked. I pulled down the glass slowly. “Diane, we are here now, get down, let's go to the witch.” “Hold on, don't tell me the witch actually lives in this cave. How on earth did you find a witch living in such an environment.” “You can keep that question for later. For now you need to get down of the car. The witch wishes to see you and yours, delaying the time.” I stared at Alpha Dexter for a while. At this point, there's no reason to argue words. I was the one who agreed to meet the witch anyway. It's not like there's something I can do about it n