Witch Craft Cafe Novels & Stories

She wonders where they were going? "Butter Studio." She read the sign written in the cafe. "Welcome to Butter studio," says the woman wearing a pastry chef hat. They sat on the block beside the glass window ornamented with a mini flower on the pot. They ordered a frosted cake minimally between layers and dressed in foliage and fruits, a Milo and Speculoos, Salted caramel and red velvet, an ice cream, and two chocolate cupcakes with almond and chocolate chips on top. "This is a new year treat. Congratulations on being the 100th customer. Enjoy your meal," says the woman who had served their order. The cafe gave them a hazelnut frappe as a new year threat.

I decided to make a more low-key entrance, materializing a few blocks away from the Witches' pub, TwentyOne, before taking a leisurely stroll to the destination. The Witches, as I'd learned the hard way, weren't exactly fond of unannounced arrivals. TwentyOne, nestled in the vibrant heart of New Orleans, was a pub with a rich history and a name that, ironically, had nothing to do with the vices of gambling. The Witches of TwentyOne were part of a Coven that mirrored the ones I oversaw, albeit with their own distinct brand of magic.

A modest chalkboard beside the entrance announced the day’s specials in colorful, looping cursive: “Homemade waffles & caramel drizzle — Try our choco mint surprise!” It could’ve been any café. But the moment Josh pushed the door open, and the tiny brass bell above it gave a cheerful ring, Ashley felt it—a warmth that wasn’t just from the indoor heating or the soft lighting. It was subtler than that. Gentler. Like stepping into someone’s fond memory.

I closed my eyes yet all I could see was the dark side of the man I thought loved me. *** Zack really kept through to his word and brought me to a place called Sunny Sweets Cafe. The place had its own cuteness and was bustling with energy. The cafe walls were pink with white stripes. The tables were round and black, decorated with a flower vase in the middle and the menu placed a jar on top, with red chairs. The waitress wore pink button up gowns with white aprons and white shoes. "Heyyy, this place is really nice." I complimented as we sat in our booth. My stomach growled as the scent of melted butter and syrup on pancakes, waffles, bread and scones waffed through my nose.

Raleigh's Pov A New Name, In A New City The doorbell hanging just above the quiet café jingled as I pulled it open. A warm scent of coffee welcomed me immediately I stepped a foot into the room. It was indeed quiet and quaint with no curious eyes watching by the corners. It was exactly what I needed at the moment. “You are welcome to Cocoa and Canvas,” the barista had said but with a well rehearsed smile. On her wrist lay boldly a crescent moon tattoo, all colored green. “Searching for a reserved caffeine or ready to explore your creativity?”

« Next group will come in one hour. We might have enough time for me to prepare you for what's to come. » Bianca put her chin in her hands and blinked. « You are in Crossroads Café. » « Ooooooh… » she said in a surprised tone. As if to mock his words. But Mat did not stop. « Crossroads Café is a place specially made by the Wind Tribe. My tribe. It took a lot of spirits and magic to build that place. » « Magic? » Bianca frowned. « Yeah… magic. » Mat stopped as he watched Bianca's face.