Voodoo Priestess Makeup Novels & Stories

They were a single, unified vanguard, waiting for the blessing of the Old Gods. Maeve stood at the northern lip of the central circle, her usual tavern apron replaced by the heavy, ceremonial robes of a High Covenant Priestess. The fabric was a deep, midnight black, embroidered with silver lunar phases that seemed to catch the flickering violet light of the brazier. Her silver hair fell loose around her shoulders, rippling in a supernatural wind that blew from no discernible direction. Beside her stood Kiarra, her eyes already glowing with a bright, iridescent amber as she held a heavy stone bowl filled with the ritual binding ink.

I wanted him to notice the woman beneath the gown. I started with makeup, applying it with careful, seductive intent. A light foundation smoothed my skin to a flawless glow. I swept a smoky taupe shadow across my eyelids, blending it to make my eyes appear larger and more alluring, then added two coats of black mascara that made my lashes long and dramatic. A touch of blush brought color to my cheeks, and I finished with a rich rose lipstick that made my lips look plump and inviting, slightly parted as if ready for a kiss. When I smiled at my reflection, the effect felt powerful. I looked feminine, confident, and undeniably seductive.

Her entire body was covered in black tattoos, and she was wearing a red ring crop top and a black bum shot. A gold chain hug around her neck and wrists. Her hair was bald, and she was holding a glass of red wine. She was rolling on an automatic device, and she freaking had no toes. Her legs weren't pleasing to look at, as they had been cut off from the ankle area. Her makeover simply made her more unpleasant and scary to Olivia. Her eye shadow was a thick black color that seemed to have been mixed with oil before it was applied. The dark color began from her eyes down to her ears, and her lips were plum and thickly red.

I was already wearing what I would be confronting them with. I had put on some black leather tights, leather studded heeled boots that were at least 4 inches high, a black crop top to match, and of course, black lipstick. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror, satisfied with my appearance. My makeup for today was thicker than usual. I had put on both foundation and concealer, with bronzer, highlighter, cat-eye eyeliner, smokey eyeshadow, and false lashes. If only Vince could see me like this. I'd like to watch his reaction. I've never shown Vince my crazy and wild side before, but now I was tempted to. He'd probably stare at me in shock and think I was deranged.

She regretted herself as she reached for the lotion from the top of the cabinet. She prepared her equipment. She chose a beautiful dress. But something whispered to her to wear a purple dress. Violet fitted dress. Her panties and bra are also purple. From the top of the cabinet, she took the same color lipstick. When she had everything ready, she faced his big mirror. First she applied a little powder on her face and then applied purple lipstick on her lips. She ran it hard to get it to color properly.

The heavy, cool velvet glided effortlessly over her skin, perfectly mapping the contours of her body. Abigail, who had been completely absorbed in playing with her dolls, stood entirely spellbound the moment Moza stepped back into the room. She scrambled to her feet and scampered over. "Auntie Moza, you look absolutely stunning, just like a princess!" At the innocent praise, Moza offered a soft smile and seated herself before the vanity mirror. Moving with practiced efficiency, she began to apply her makeup. She layered a seamless foundation, selected a smokey eye palette, and applied a rich wine-red lipstick to her lips. She pulled her long hair into a high, wavy ponytail, deliberately expo

It seemed Peach always had a story about fucking famous people, or at least someone in their inner circle anyway. Leo had tipped his cousin off the theme of the masquerade was dark fairytale, so Ivanna had planned her makeup according. When Amber glanced at herself in the full length mirror in her room, she legit barely recognized herself. The Spider Queen was alive and well bitches! Her eyes were in smoky shades of grey and black, her cheeks perfectly contoured to give her more definition than God had given her. Ivanna hadn’t bothered with fake lashes, as they would only interfere with her mask, but thankfully God hadn’t been stingy in that department to begin with. She already had long, th

I was going to do it at the ball. Learning about werewolves had only hardened my resolve. I didn't want 'Rose' to be a distraction. If Matt got hurt because of me, I didn't know what I would do with myself. I had to do this. For him. I put my hair into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. The down portion of my hair fell in soft waves down my back while the rest of it was pulled away from my face, meeting in the back and being held in place by a hair piece that resembled a gold dagger. For my makeup, I had decided on a black smokey eye with gold to make it pop. Not that anyone would see it behind the gold mask, but I would have felt unfinished if I hadn't done anything. My lips were a deep red to

His features included a sharp jaw, dark hair, and wide shoulders. I was glad, in a shallow way, that I’d worn my favorite dress—a black number that showed off my legs and shoulders—and had done my sultry, violet makeup look that made my green eyes pop. Makeup had always been a creative outlet for me since I was a teenager, and I wasn’t above using it to my advantage. In this case, I wanted to feel like I was on the same playing field as this godlike, male specimen. Makeup was like a suit of armor: it could cover up my flaws and vulnerability and transform me into a different, stronger person. Or at least a more attractive one.

My veil was the same white tulle with the lace flower design along the bottom. My hair and makeup are simple. The one request Nic had was to not mess with my curls. He didn't want my hair straightened at all. I decided to keep my curls, mostly for him. We pulled my hair back into a low bun and pinned it tightly to my head. We left strands of my hair out to frame my face. My makeup is very natural. I didn't want anything over the top. Scarlet did my eyebrows, she said it was a must. (Just like a damn bikini wax. Ps that shit was painful). My eyeshadow was a shimmery brown with a dark brown color on the outside. I also had eyeliner, but no wing, and mascara. We added light pink blush to my che