Witch Cleansing Novels & Stories

By the time we returned to the chieftain, he'd managed to secure three stern looking witches to perform the spell with Kylie. "Well they look friendly." Kylie whispered and I snickered. "Alpha Elijah, Luna Kylie, you're back! Great. Well, these are the men that would be joining us to perform the cleansing ritual." The chieftain said, "you just tell us what to say and we can begin." "Alright." Kylie said, "There are five of us, so we start by making a circle. I'll sprinkle the salt at the center, and hopefully that would be enough to purify the earth."

I stood underneath the cold shower, as I tried to wash off the feeling of Dante's hands on me and his mouth whispering in my ears as I could smell his dark perfume. I’m so fucked up, so fucked up.

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.

“Yes. I’ll explain everything to you. But we need to act fast.” The next day, we get a witch to do a purification ritual on the house. “The curse is strong in the house. All I can do is wipe it away temporarily.” Naira looks at me as she pulls out a spray bottle from her canvas bag. “Keep in mind that it can come back, so the purification ritual won’t give you a hundred percent results.” The witch explains, and I notice the piercing on her lower lip. She does the ritual and an hour later, she hands me the spray bottle. “Whenever the curse affects someone in the house, spray it on that person. It has moonsilver water, so it should work.” She croaks.

There was so much chaos and suffering I was beginning to feel nauseous. "Clean blood, saline, beetroot, charcoal, and some other herbs to treat the wolfsbane. You got her here in time my Queen. Once this runs through her system she will wake and start healing. All we can do is wait now." A kind woman with an easy smile replied to me. "I'm Dr. Williams. If you have any questions I'm happy to serve you." The woman with silky brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and perfectly tone skin bowed her head to me.

Water cascaded over her body, trickling between her breasts, slipping between her labia and she moaned again. Her hair was soaked and hands massaged her scalp, working the soap in, cleaning her hair. The shampoo was rinsed out and moisturizer combed in. A soft cloth washed her front, teasing and pinching her nipples, swiping at her clit with no where near enough pressure to do anything but tease her. Her legs and feet were washed then her front was rinsed.

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."

They are still washing while whistling. "If the meat is sold, how much will we get?" muttered Aza while cleaning the neatly cut meat. When they arrived, they took the iron basin Leo made and took the cart to carry their belongings, after which they began cleaning and sorting their prey, from five fat white rabbits, to the huge body of the White Tiger. Various forms of meat in each iron basin. As well as the wet hair that Aza and Nelson have just washed. "It's finally over!" exclaimed Nelson, looking satisfied at his work with Aza.

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.

Steam coiling in dramatic swirls, rose petals scattered like the scene of an emotional breakdown. And the shelves. Gods, the shelves. Shampoos. Oils. Serums. Twenty-two bottles, each labeled like a dissertation in seduction. I counted them twice, because I enjoy pain. “Twenty-two? What am I supposed to do, condition my soul?” I grabbed one. Almond blossom. Another. Pomegranate silk. A third. Coconut sunrise. “This isn’t hygiene,” I muttered. “It’s witchcraft.” Still, I climbed in. The water was perfect. Too perfect. Heat wrapped around me like a sin I’d pay for later.