Witch Cleanse Novels & Stories

“You said it happened at dinner and again yesterday, right?” “I still don’t understand it,” I reply, walking toward the hair aisle, eyes scanning different braids and extensions. “It’s not something I control. It just happens. Like a flash, or a blink, and then—boom—it’s real.” I pull down a sleek pack of White Plum Goddess Weave, the kind that wraps like clouded silk around the scalp. I toss it into my basket, deciding instantly. The locks had to go. I need to feel new, look new.

He plopped onto the floor next to Hugo, clearly trying to bond. Big mistake. Hugo's face twisted in disgust like Caleb had just crawled out of a trash can. The sweat, the clothes, the smell—it was all too much for His Royal Highness. Caleb tried to play it cool, but Hugo wasn't interested in heartfelt moments. Instead? He pelted Caleb with toys. Then he leveled up. A Rubik's Cube flew across the room and nailed Caleb right in the eye. Caleb yelped, clutching his face as tears streamed down.

Alden Voss. A ghost from my father’s days at Carter West. A man rumored to have vanished after betraying Victoria herself. I shouldn’t have replied. Every instinct screamed not to. But I did. The reply came instantly: “The cleanse exists. I perfected it. But it will cost you everything.” Those words had haunted me all night. I’d gone through every file, every trace of the experiments. There were no mentions of any cleanse procedure. Only fragments of theories about genetic stabilization, most of them marked as lethal.

he offered, holding a bottle of vintage Dom Pérignon. Usually, this was the part where I said yes, please, and leave the bottle. "Actually," I said, clearing my throat. "Just sparkling water for me today. With extra lime." Katherine froze. The waiter poured her glass and retreated. Sloane turned slowly to face me. She took a sip of her champagne, her eyes laser-focused on my face. "Sparkling water," she repeated. "I'm doing a cleanse," I said quickly. "New year, new me. Toxin flush."

He chuckled and I forced a smile on my face. “ Have you heard of the cleansing?" He asked and without hesitation, I muttered a "yes." “ It happened five decades ago." I said and sat gently on the edge of the bed. “ What do you know about it?" He glanced at me and our eyes met. I licked my lips and broke eye contact before sighing softly. “ The cleansing was a REVOLUTION carried out by the werewolves communities to wipe away the Lycans from the earth surface." I began and paused. I could feel his gaze on me. He hasn't looked away for once and I just drew in a sharp breath and continued.

“I don’t know what happened. Truly. One minute we were talking, and I told him—I told him not to touch anything, and how the concoction wasn’t done yet. And when I turned back to him, he was on the floor, convulsing.” “Where is he now?” Hatchett asked. “AP helped me get him on the couch,” Kenzie said as she glanced to AP. “I know I can fix this. I just need the detox formula that Winstan has.” “Ciara went to the hospital to retrieve it,” I said as I caught a whiff of lavender on the breeze. Immediately, I turned my head to the left to find Ciara in her wolf form, racing down the hill toward the house.

"How do we undo seventeen years of their influence in a matter of hours?" "The same way you freed the wolves from their corrupted humans," she replied calmly. "Through the goddess's power flowing through your bloodline connection." I felt Diamond stir within me, her presence suddenly alert and focused. Through our bond, I could feel her certainty; this was why we had found each other now, why everything had aligned as it had. "Will it hurt him?" I asked, fear for my newly-found brother making my voice shake. "The cleansing will be uncomfortable," the Priestess admitted, her ancient eyes holding mine steadily. "But far less painful than what will happen if the Northern Alliance completes thei

I say, trying to keep up with both conversations at once. She touches the paper again. ‘Are the wolves protecting you?’ I nod. “Yes, I’d like some aloe please,” she says. I turn, getting a bottle of aloe and when I turn back, new words are on the paper. ‘Witches are moving against the wolves.’ “This brand is called WHO,” I say, asking my question out loud. Who is after the wolves? “Wholly Herbal Organics. They are a good brand.” I say, as I watch her finger on the paper.

“What? “Okay, I’ll come right away!” Alex’s heart sank. Waltz had achieved Mystic-rank after using The Blood Cleansing Technique of hers. She was considered the number one master in the Thousand Miles Conglomerate, but yet she got injured? Who in the world was her opponent? After the call ended, Alex immediately said, “Wifey, I have something urgent to attend to, and I need to leave for a bit.” Having said that, he left in a hurry.

Chase sensed around. Every little bottle contained ten pills. Linus noticed the puzzled look in Chase's eyes and began to explain, "This is the first kind." Linus picked up the pill bottle that was labeled with the color green and shook out a pill. He continued, "This is called a Cleansing Pill. It's used to cleanse a person's physical attributes and strengthen them. The most obvious effect of it is to give a person without any cultivation talent the physical attributes required to cultivate. Anyone who takes it will probably cultivate to at least a meridian-opening master."