Witch Cleansing 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.

Everything went black and in the darkness, I heard a voice I didn't recognize saying: "Baseline scan complete. The subject shows strong resistance to standard sedation. Increase dosage tomorrow. The Architect wants her ready for deep conditioning by the end of the week." "And the other one? The twin?" "Same protocol. We process them together and break them down at the same time then rebuild them into whatever the Architect needs them to be." "How long?" "Three weeks for complete erasure maybe less if we use the accelerated method." "The Architect approved accelerated method?" "For these two? Yes. They're special and they're blood and she wants them perfect." I had three weeks before I was go

She wanted to make a good impression. Callista scrubbed her entire body. She soaked in the bath for almost an hour using milk. She applied a mask to her face. She scrubbed her lips with honey and lime juice. She washed her hair. She shaved all her body hair. She truly cleansed herself deeply. It had been a long time since her troubles with Caspian.

The witch smiled with absolute cynicism, her fingers moving up my shoulder until stopping right in the center of my bare chest. “I'll just do a little blood magic trick, pup,” she responded, her eyes shining with a mystical glow. “Don't worry. It's not going to hurt more than it already does. I'm just going to boost what Silas's injections are doing to your hormones. I'm going to weave a bridge that distance cannot break.” Without further words, Jasmine pressed both palms against my sternum. The physical contact was the trigger for a mystical explosion. The witch closed her eyes and began to release chants in an ancient dialect, a rhythmic murmur that made the laboratory air turn freezing.

"You scrubbed yourself with harsh bleach to get rid of the smell, and now the chemicals are burning your skin. Close your eyes, Kade." He obeyed my instruction and closed his eyes. I pressed the warm, damp washcloth against his forehead and slowly wiped the fabric down his temples and across his sharp cheekbones. I wiped the cloth carefully over his jawline and down the strong column of his neck, removing the pungent odor of the cleaning chemicals and replacing it with the clean scent of warm water. Kade let out a deep sigh of relief as the soothing warmth relaxed the tight muscles in his face and neck. I turned the washcloth over to the clean side and wiped the back of his neck, massaging t

Like the past. "By the gods... if I could just take these off..." she whispered tiredly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she looked at her sleeve, which was nearly glued to her skin. Kael smiled, too—barely visible, but honest. "There's a spring deep in the cave. Warm, natural water. It flows between the crystals. My mother said it was a form of protection. It cleanses. Not just the body, but magic too. If you'd like..." His voice faltered here, and his gaze grew more serious. "...we could wash."

I was pleased to see Hycinth eat more than I expected but her edginess showed through more and more, eyes flickering back and forth to her Wolf's. We washed our meal down with mild spicebush tea made from passionflower fruit and 'black drink,' a yaupon holly tea restricted to purification rituals. Hycinth eagerly accepted the spicebush tea, but declined more than a sip or two of the black drink, wrinkling her nose at the taste. Once we finished, we each reclined on our own beds again for the last step in the ritual, a process I'd done before but wasn't particularly fond of— genital waxing or Brazilian wax, as it was better known.

My hand recoiled immediately and my eyes were wide with shock. "What the hell is that?" I gasped, staring at my now reddened and stinging hand, a mix of pain and confusion etched across my face. The psychic's smile remained quiet, almost serene. Erika rushed to my side, concerned in her eyes. "Those were vibrations. You require cleansing to rid yourself of every trace of negative energy," the psychic explained calmly. "I will provide you with a substance. Add it to your bathwater and drink some. In the next four days, we will proceed with the remaining rituals, and you shall be on your way to victory."

The monthly cycle was just another aspect of our interconnected lives, a reminder of the delicate balance between my witch and werewolf life. I reached for the fragrant soap, lathering it into a rich foam that enveloped my skin. The scent of lavender filled the air, permeating the steam-filled room and transporting me to a realm of tranquility. The water rinsed away the stress and blood of the day, leaving me feeling refreshed and ready to face the pain that lay ahead. Once I had finished bathing, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a plush towel, reveling in its comforting embrace. After using my pad and feeling clean, I rushed to my phone wanting to explain to the Alpha why I

The treatment really exhausted the witch. Once everything was done, the witch wiped the sweat off her forehead and said, “All right, their bodies have been cleansed of the poison, and the grafting technique won’t work on them anymore. They’ll fully recover after they take the medicines I prescribe to them for a week. In that span of time, they have to eat light food. They can’t eat too much meat or oily food, but they need to consume nutritious meals.” After the witch spoke, she massaged her waist, as she was extremely tired.