Witch Beads Novels & Stories

I wore a white hoodie, white baggy jeans and white crocs. What? I like white. "Hey Jeff! Who's this?" Abella asked bouncing on her heel. The cowrie wristband was still on her wrist and around her waist were five waist beads made of cowries. I glanced at Mom, she was too engrossed in her show to pay us any attention. I was glad, I wasn't ready to listen to any lecture about how girls that wear waist beads are demonic and can steal men's destinies. Extreme I know. "This is my brother Lee."

The woman before me stretched her hand out and said, "Hello, my name is Jasmine Cooper. Do you like my beads?" She used her hand to show me the beads and said, "I also liked them a lot. Why don't I make one for you the next time we meet? "My friend was the one who gave me these beads, so they hold a special meaning for me. Hence, I can't give them to you. I-I hope you'll be able to understand." Understand? What was I supposed to understand? I stared at the string of beads and felt a wave of nausea. I didn't know if was the world or if it was due to my body, but my surroundings began to spin.

Children lift, chatter changes flavor and the world glances to its corners. Josie pads out of the hedge as if she’s the one with the spoon and the bead ring she had earlier is gone, wrapped in River’s net and sulking in Becky’s copper pouch. But her hand glitters green anyway. New trick. Sable always sends more beads. “You don’t get this stage,” she purrs, eyes on me like a cat on a low bird. “It’s my turn.” “You get a sidewalk,” Becky says through a cone loudly enough to be municipal. “Perform there.”

Although one of them was so hard to perceive. I moved along the wind, dancing according to its breeze and the flowers' movements. All while slowly moving towards the treasure. When I finally saw it, I heightened my vision, and it was a small brown bead. Carefully made small steps while lying low. Moonlight kids are still in my line of sight. I stopped when I was in front of it. Transformed to my human form, and instead of being naked, I had Jacob’s hoodie on. I picked up the bead and..

“You think I keep count of some childish things like beads on some childish bracelet? I have better things to remember.” For the first time since this, my lips stretched in a wide smile. Bianca has cracked……and it’s fucking clear as day. With confidence rolling off my shoulders, I answered, “twenty-three….” Elias turns to stare at me, eyes wide with shock and disbelief, like he believed his ears deceived him. “You… what did you say?” “There were twenty-three beads on the bracelet. You said it would serve as a memento, for the twenty-three promises we agreed to make to each other, and twenty-three for the promises you made to me.

He picked it up and asked, "What's this?" "It's a rabbit light wand," Celeste explained. "I bought two—one is a bear, and one is a rabbit. Kids will probably like them." Beck examined them. Both the rabbit and bear light wands were designed to be adorable and festive. He nodded and said, "I think Shanice will like them too. Thank you." "It's just a small exchange of gifts—no need for thanks." Beck placed the light wand back and glanced at a nearby cafe. "Want to sit down for a bit?"

“I said fucking…” “My name is Crystal,” she said, turning around to face her before wrapping her tail around me. Blake’s eyes were fixed on the witch as Crystal pulled me to ride her. My heart raced and putting my hand on her back, it glowed for a second under my palm four portals opened around each of the corners. The beads that were inside my pocket vibrated, and I frowned before pulling them out, noticing the beam that came out of them, heading toward the portal. Mum had helped me summon the manipulators.

I looked down, chest heaving. Domenico held a short length of sleek black silk cord in his palm, from which dangled three heavy silver Ben Wa balls—each one perfectly round, mirror-polished to a gleaming shine, the size of large marbles, smooth and cool with a weighted inner orb that rolled freely inside. The thin cord linked them in a neat row, ending in a small retrieval loop, swaying lightly like delicate jewelry as he lifted them toward me. My breath hitched. “What… what is that?”

He growled at the woman in there with him. I took off my bead necklace and bracelets, putting them carefully inside the drawer that stored my jewelry. They were special beads that our warriors wore during battles. They were sage green and white in color, symbolizing a warrior's physical strength. The stronger you were, the more beads you got to wear.

“With jewelry worth the GDP of a small country.” He smirks. “You’re welcome.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why waist beads?” “Because they’re traditional in several cultures.” “And?” “And they’re beautiful.” I glare at him. “You’re crazy.” “Probably.” He steps closer again. “Try them.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” He raises an eyebrow. “You’re refusing protection now?” “That’s manipulation.” “It’s logic.” I stare at the beads again. They are undeniably stunning. Tiny diamonds and sapphires threaded between gold strands that shimmer like captured sunlight.