Witchcraft Coffee Novels & Stories

“That is the official name of our special coffee cream. The Alpha came up with the name himself last winter. It is one of our best sellers in the entire metropolis. It is because we do not use cheap beans from the rogue lands. No way. The boss would never allow bad quality inside his shop.” The maid covers her mouth and giggles, leaning toward Zara. “He is extremely strict about what goes into his products. That is why Zara’s Java Jolt is made with a special dark brew that mirrors the old espresso drinks from the southern mountains. We only use beans that are hand-picked by pack merchants from the high-altitude forests. The customers love hearing that story.” She sounds like she is giving a

"Standard procedure after a she-wolve's heat. No caffeine for the first 12 weeks. After that, we will be happy to make you one cup a day." "I am 37 years old and have already given birth to two healthy daughters. I drank coffee everyday while pregnant. I ate lunch meat, seafood, sushi, and anything else my heart desired. My craving with the girls? Processed American cheese. I remember King Caleb had Princess Ari send it by the case just for me. And the babies produced by the careless way I was eating? Are now the Grand Duchesses of the Werewolf Kingdom. So, take this coffee and you will be looking for a new job."

Standing there in the doorway, blood on his lip, he gave this creepy smile and said, "Hugo, college is coming up, right? I've got a huge gift for you." And just like that, he walked off into the night. *** From that day on, Caleb and Betty stopped coming around. Next big event? Hugo's high school graduation—a miracle in itself. Somehow, Damian pulled some shady strings and bought the answers to Hugo's college entrance exams. Yep, Hugo cheated his way into a fancy university. When the acceptance letter showed up, Damian acted like Hugo had won the Nobel Prize. He immediately went into extravagant party-planner mode, inviting all his business partners and sparing no expense.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

I tell him, and keep looking around in awe of this cafe. The owner definitely went all out to make sure the cafe was true to its name. Few minutes later, the water comes back with a tray of two freshly baked bread, two sausages, scrambled eggs and a large cup of coffee. As soon as he leaves, I dig into the food. A part of me fell in love with New York, the food tasted great. I signaled the waiter when I was done, and he brought the bill. I paid and gave him a tip for his smooth service.

"I accept payment in crypto, or bank transfers into my Swiss account." The waitress came back. They fell silent as she placed the tray on the table. It contained a medium sized glass jug, filled with coffee, and two tea cups on a tray. The jug had black coffee but there was another small jar of l creamy milk and bags of sugar on the side. Dmitri took two bags of sugar, slapped them against his palm, and tore them open into his coffee. He took a sip and looked at Clarance. "Well?" "I can't drink anything in this..." she looked around condescendingly. "... sort of place."

Howard took his place, with Phoenix and the rest of his companions standing guard, a silent but formidable presence. "Master Howard, I must begin with an apology. I'm truly sorry for the unfortunate events that have unfolded," Luca said, locking eyes with Howard. "Let's cut to the chase. I'm not here for a walk down memory lane," Howard replied, casually lifting a cup and savoring a sip of Abbercrombie's signature coffee—a flavor he had grown fond of since his last visit. "Bring in Wilder Cardens, the head honcho of the Witchery Association!" Luca ordered, his voice steady, after taking a moment to compose himself.

“You’re too cheerful for someone who dragged me halfway up a mountain yesterday.” He grinned. “You’re welcome.” “Remind me again why I agreed to this?” she asked, stretching. “Because,” he said, offering her a mug, “you secretly love the view.” Sarah took the coffee and inhaled deeply, strong, earthy, slightly burnt. “You made this?” He nodded. “I used to brew coffee for my father’s medical staff when I was a kid. I wasn’t allowed near the OR, so I became their caffeine supplier.”

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.