Novel & Cerita Witch Doormat

They let me know they were still tracking me with a couple of yipping giggles, once or twice coming close to take a swipe at my exposed legs. A couple of well-placed hits with my duffle only seemed to piss them off more, and I picked up the pace, heart hammering away. The cold was nipping at my limbs, my breath fogging, as I took turn after turn, hoping to lose them. I was twelve blocks away from my apartment but only five from the Cruz household. I'd hate to drag them into this, but they were the very few individuals who had a warded door. Made of solid wild Hawthorn blessed with salted holy water complete with a mixed silver and iron handle made in the shape of a pentagram.

“Usually, it happens during the first mating. A she-wolf will be marked by her mate, thus letting everybody know that she was already claimed by someone. It’s a way of saying, that’s my property, keep off. Wolves can be pretty territorial, especially the Alphas.” Sky winks at me pulls me by the waist. He rests his head on top of mine. “That’s why I want you to get ready for that time. I don’t want to shock you so I’ll wait till then.” I was silent for a bit. Sky was really being considerate and I felt guilt for keeping him from marking me. I wanted to be claimed by him but I was just scared it might hurt a lot. A loud knock on the door made both of us startled but did not move away from each

The utilitarian cotton garments got to rest on the hemp rug, which had black block letters, featuring the slogan, ‘You are now a doormat. The people inside this house will walk all over you.’ Bloody marvellous. At least these guys had a sense of humour, I thought. Getting down on all fours, against my better judgement, I waited. Then I waited a bit more. It wasn’t long before I felt my temper begin to rise. Whoever the assholes were in this house, they’d better make damn sure I was restrained by the time they let me inside, else they’d be lucky if they retained the use of some of their more important limbs and organs.

It was a room built before civilisation had come to this land—untamed, sacrosanct. And at the other end of the hall stood an enormous door. Its surface was carved with the emblem of Woodland—an Alpha wolf’s head bared with teeth, locked beneath a full moon crowned with two crescents. The wood was dark, reinforced with iron veins that stretched like roots. Devon pushed the door open, the hinges groaning as though they hadn’t been moved in decades.

Somewhere, a door closed. I didn’t move from the bed. I sat with my knees drawn in, staring at nothing, letting the reality of it settle piece by piece. --- The knock came later. “Dinner.” Dmitri again. I opened the door. He held a tray this time. I didn’t take it right away. “Where is he?” I asked. “Out.” “Doing what?” “Business.” That was all I got. He stepped inside, set the tray by the window, and turned to leave.

"A witch helped me with it and it has been more than helpful." I pondered if it was stupid that the quill and wherever it was meant for fascinated me. So much so that I unlocked the car door and exited the vehicle as Matthan disappeared behind the great tree. I walked over to Matthan slowly, taking in slow breaths until I reached him. He had not been lying. There was indeed a door carved into the bark of the tree. I stood in front of the tree and watched in complete awe as with a quick move of his fingers, Matthan pressed the quill against a section of bark and wrote in his own blood a strange symbol. After the symbols were done, Matthan placed one hand on the doorknob and he pulled back. A

Kesi, the healer, had approached her, bowing deeply before handing her a scroll sealed with pale green wax. "The Matriarch requests your presence in the Sun-Chamber, Earth-Breaker," Kesi had whispered, her amber eyes wide with reverence. "She wishes to speak with you alone." Now, Mwajuma stood before the colossal, sweeping doors of the Matriarch’s inner sanctum at the very apex of the Mother-Tree. The doors were carved from living wood, depicting a beautiful, intricate mural of women lifting the sun into the sky while chaining beasts in the roots below.

If the dogs suddenly comes to life, who knows what would become of him. “It is safe here guys,” Don said when the dogs remained inanimate. It seems that the dogs are here only for ornamental purpose. Van prods and touches them. Nothing happens. “Excuse me,” Don said as he stands before the heavy wooden door. No reply came from the owner. “We should use the knocker,” Alice suggested. The metal door knocker is carved after a bull with oversized nose ring. Cautiously she touches the knocker in case it carries a hidden curse. Again nothing happens.

Matteo said and drank the remaining amount of wine in his cup. The car slowed to a stop. Nicky and Matteo stepped out, as soon as Black Hound opened the door for them. The building they were had a large plaque in front of it. It read Primal City Dojo. Matteo walked toward the entrance and Black Hound followed closely behind. Nicholas shook his head in wonder as he followed the duo. Things were getting interesting. Inside the Dojo were men dressed in suit waiting. There was a pair of foldable aluminum chairs and one table between them. The suited men were standing up.