Witch Cleanse Novels & Stories

"Go take a bath. I've already prepared hot water for you." Blushing, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. The lights suddenly went out halfway through my bath. I gasped as I stood up in the darkness, when Quinn appeared holding a candle. He paused in the doorway, his expression briefly stunned. His voice was husky as he spoke. "My wife… is full of surprises." What followed felt natural, like it was inevitable. His passionate embrace made me melt like water in his arms. In the peak of bliss, when I felt like I might faint, the lights abruptly came back on. Quinn's deep, dark eyes locked onto mine as if I were his entire world.

Alley POV: I knew everyone was a little tense as they took seats around the office. This is our first time laying eyes on him, we've all heard the rumors but from what I can tell he looks rather normal. I mean his eyes aren't even red like the others. "So can someone explain to me why I am here or why I was even requested?" Jeremy stated, there was an edge to his voice and Cassandra had a death grip around his arm. "Jeremy don't be hostile, what do you know of the great white witch?" Ambrosia asked. "I know she died and that her brother killed her but nothing more, why?" Jeremy asked. Ambrosia looked at me and nodded. "I am the great white witch, and Raleighs brother Bosch has created an arm

"Call it a grandmother's instinct." The moment my grandmother realized what was happening inside me, the lady made a special drink just for me called "Cleanse", I asked her why and she replied. "The purpose of this drink is to reboot your system. Reboot, they say. It cleans out your toxic blood, replacing it with fresh new blood. We are rejuvenating you."

Grace lay back on the padded surface, her movements careful and deliberate, like those of someone much older or recovering from serious illness. "The ritual has three components," Dr. Winters explained, arranging items on a small side table. "First, physical proximity to reestablish the bond's baseline connection. Second, a guided energy exchange to stabilize the flow between you. Third, a small blood exchange to reinforce the biological aspects of the bond." She handed me a small vial of clear liquid. "This is an herbal tincture that will help your wolf remain receptive to the process. Grace has already taken her dose." I sniffed the vial cautiously—the scent was unfamiliar but not unpleasa

asking as I take the vile. “Purifying potion. It will cleanse the wolfsbane from your system. You don’t want it in your system when we teleport.” He answers. Nodding my head, I open the vile. Then I swallow the pretty blue liquid. It’s minty but too minty, like I drank too many breath mints. An overpowering tingling session travels through my body. It lasts for several minutes before I begin to feel normal. My wrists are slowly healing from the silver. I need some food and rest to recover from the wolfsbane and the silver entirely.

Carson sighed in defeat as he opened his mouth, Isis dropped two droplets of the liquid inside his mouth. Carson's face scrunched up in disgust. "What was that? It tasted like piss!" We all began laughing. "Actually it is pee," Isis informed. "What?" Carson sounded like himself again. "Yes, in fact, it's my pee. The pee of a white witch holds healing properties and I am a pure-blooded white witch, so my pee works 10 times faster than a regular white witch." We all stopped laughing. "I think I'm going to be sick," Carson said as he sprung to his feet.

“The cleansing ritual sanctifies your souls. If ever she tries to take one of you, it will take her life instead. It will burn her where she stands. She will not be able to touch you again.” “We swear loyalty!” some cried. “We will cooperate!” others shouted, fists raised in shaky conviction. “Burn the witch alive!” the chant swelled, over and over. I looked over to Ian and he nodded, understanding without me having to speak. He stepped forward. “Thank you for agreeing to cooperate. The witch hasn’t made any move yet, which only means she’ll soon lose the scent that she stole. She has a very pungent smell. To find her out, you will all file in a straight line and walk up to me and Alpha Damo

she said softly, to no one in particular. "Secondly, cleanse the field." She poured warm water into a shallow bowl, adding a pinch of crushed green leaves. The scent shifted instantly, antiseptic giving way to something crisp, almost wild. She dipped a cloth and wiped Amelia’s hands, arms, and forehead, murmuring under her breath in a rhythm that wasn’t quite a chant but felt older than any hospital protocol.

Iris’s POV The witches had just finished the cleansing ritual. I felt lighter somehow, like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The presence that had been in the back of my mind was gone. Raven was finally removed. The head witch stepped back, lowering her hands. “It’s done,” she announced. “Raven’s spirit has been completely cleansed from your body.” “Thank you,” I whispered as relief washed over me. “Thank you so much.” The witch smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, Luna Iris. Rest now. Your body has been through a lot.”