Romans & histoires The Witchs Diner

They look at each other and for the third freaking time, burst out laughing. *********************** Sarah steps into the hall and everyone stops talking, you can almost hear a pin drop. It's as silent as a graveyard. The occupants all turn to look at her. They're all in a circle, about two hundred of them, witches, so you can imagine how big the hall and circle is. Katrina, who came with her, comes to stand beside her. "The Witch Supreme comes to bestow her greetings. Here ye her!" She yells in a voice that rings in the hall and comes as a shock to Sarah.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

First clue! “I need to let you go” I hung up the phone before they could say anything. I parked the car and walked inside. The smell of ham, grits, eggs, and waffles caught my nose. After driving a while and being on the phone with my parents, I looked at the time and it was 6”30 in the morning. I had been driving all night, and I was famished. I sat down at the counter and a sexy looking waitress came over to assist me. I can tell by her aura she was a wolf but also had the scent of a witch so either she was a hybrid or mated to a witch or wizard. “What can I get you honey?” she said in a sweet voice

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

Everyone in the room laughed as Elliot stated, “We will meet again tomorrow evening. Let’s be thinking of what we can do to keep Dahlia from taking her and how to rescue her siblings. After everyone left, we set my mom up in one of the spare bedrooms, and we went to bed. I got under the covers, and Elliot asked, “What are you thinking, beautiful mate?” I smiled. No matter how bad I perceive things to be, he’s always right there to pick me up. I sigh, “Just thinking about this whole ordeal. I was just realizing that Dahlia didn’t even seem to notice that I don’t have my magic anymore.” Elliot offered, “Maybe she didn’t get close enough to feel it?” I shook my head, “No, a witch’s magic is lik

The place was bustling with witches, werewolves, and humans. “Hello, I'm Zoria. What can I get for you?” the young witch asks with genuine interest. She coils one of her purple strands around her finger as she retrieves a pen from her generous cleavage. Tori clings to my side, marking her territory. I still can’t believe I was talked into bringing her with me. "Bring us something decent to eat and drink," I growl. The waitress smirks.

She guessed they were okay with it because they were used to going sky-clad in each other’s company. The rear door was open and in a metal garbage can a fire smouldered next to a neat stack of broken wood from pallets, and carboard boxes. Through the open door, Aislen could see the other witches eating their breakfast, and hear their laughter and conversation. Whatever else was going on in the world, they were enjoying their pancakes and sunshine for the moment. Bianca shoved some cardboard and wood into the garbage bin and used oven mitts to put a metal oven tray to rest on the edges, creating a cooking plate.

"A witch? Are you sure we can trust her?" Edna nodded confidently. "Yes, she's trustworthy. She's not like the other witches who use their powers for personal gain. She's helped me before, and I believe she'll help us now." "Alright," Marcus said, standing up. "Let's go see this Dahlia." Edna smiled and stood up as well. "I'll take you to her. But be careful, she doesn't like outsiders." They left the pack house and made their way to Dahlia's house. The witch lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by a dense forest, and the air was thick with the smell of herbs and incense.