Voodoo Priestess Makeup Novels & Stories

The kind of dress that whispers power but screams danger. My hair is slicked back into a low, glossy ponytail, exposing the curve of my neck and the thin diamond choker circling it like a collar. The earrings I chose,shards of obsidian,catch the light when I turn my head. My makeup is sharp, sculpted, and unapologetic. Red lips. Cold eyes. War paint. I look like a woman meant to be worshipped or feared. Preferably both. Still, I hate the way my stomach knots as I slip on my heels. Tonight isn’t about power. It’s about control.

Real bone. “Velmorra’s a place of power,” Vittorio said beside me, low. “Her family came from bloodlines touched by spirits. Voodoo. Magic.” No wonder I felt like I’d walked into a fucking spell. The three of us stepped inside. Instantly, the scent hit me—rosemary, old wax, burnt sugar. And something wilder. Like ash and lightning. I froze. Because the woman sitting in the center of the room? She looked like Malva. Almost. But her hair—red. Bright, twisted into locks like flame. Her eyes were sharper. Her energy colder. Malva gave warmth. This one gave war.

It was always fun to see if I could get a rise out of him. Satisfied with my hair, I finished applying some makeup. I was a strong believer in subtlety over quantity, so I rarely overdid it. Aside from the basics, I added a soft purple eyeshadow with glitter and some mascara. No eyeliner tonight. Lastly, I painted my lips an earthy, natural violet. Then I used a lip-liner pencil and drew a dark line around the edge of my lips. It was rare that I used lip liner, but tonight was special. You only turned twenty-one once!

The boots were made of a shiny material that caught the light, making her legs seem to go on forever. Mia's exotic makeup was bold and eye-catching, with a focus on accentuating her striking features. Her eyes were lined with a thick layer of black eyeliner, making her bright brown eyes pop against the dark backdrop of her eyelids. Her eyelashes were long and luscious, coated with a thick layer of mascara that made them seem to flutter like butterfly wings. Her lips were painted a deep shade of red, a color that seemed to glow under the bright lights. Mia's black hair cascaded down her back in luscious, curly waves. The curls were tight and bouncy, framing her face and accentuating her strik

Then they started to style the hair, wrapping it in intricate designs using human bones as hair clips and hair claws. Hazel was not the least bothered about their choice of hair ornaments. She already had human blood on her and most likely had consumed it in one of her meals. She was starting to gradually fit into the norms of this realm. When they were done, Hazel looked like a princess of death. Her makeup was just as intricate and perfect as the rest of her body. The palette used for her makeup consisted of only two colors–white and black. The white was the white powder that was applied to her face causing her already pale skin to look paler and more like a dead person.

I'm getting ready to meet him, and I want to look my absolute best. I stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I opt for a sultry, smoky eye, accentuated by a touch of shimmering gold. My lips are painted a bold shade of crimson, perfectly matching the fiery desire burning inside me. With each stroke of the brush, I feel myself transforming into the irresistible woman I've always wanted to be.

I decided to finish it with a pair of blue tinted Bulgari sunglasses. As a vampire I needed no makeup but liked the look of glazed lips so I applied a deep burgundy gloss. I pulled back my golden brown natural that upon dying had twirled into coils that people spent hours trying to duplicate. I twisted it into a bun and then took a step back to admire myself.

"For a theatrical production. A very... high-end production." I spent two hundred Euros on a wig made of genuine human hair, a deep, chestnut brown with subtle honey highlights that reminded me of the sunsets in New York. It was long, cascading, and felt unnervingly real. Next came the contouring kits. I’d watched Evelyn do her makeup for years, a ritual I used to find tedious but now studied in the library of my memory with the intensity of a scholar. I bought palettes of creams and powders designed to reshape a face. I bought lash glue. I bought silicone inserts that were supposed to enhance the silhouette.

Bringing out a gel, she started with Camila hair making it look silky. "They all want to believe they are the god of sex. if you have not the slightest idea of what his options are, ask him how does he want it." Camila looked confused Her hair was just so jaw dropping while it brushes her back. Tessa applied light face powder with a dusting foam. Drew her browns with a deep black eyeliner, her lashes with mascara and finally her lips with a red lips stick. She looked beautiful except when Vivian showed her reflection in the mirror, Camila felt nauseous of the image.

Sheer black thigh-high stockings clung to my thick thighs, clipped to a garter belt that framed my ass like a gift. My heels were six-inch fuck-me stilettos, making my legs look endless and my ass pop like it was begging to be spanked raw. I turned slowly, admiring the way the dress rode up to show the bottom curves of my bare ass cheeks. My makeup was whore-chic: smoky eyes, glossy cock-sucking lips painted cherry red, hair cascading in wild waves down my back. I looked like every man’s filthiest wet dream. And I felt like a goddess about to be defiled.