Witchcraft Coffee Novels & Stories

the great witch said, jerking them back to reality. "Thanks" The cave was bigger than it was outside, they thought. You won't have believed it could take in bed rather than a mansion. She offered them a seat and went in to get them cups of coffee. She was out in a few minutes with a tray, having four beautiful cups in it. She dropped the tray on the table and sat down opposite them. "Get yourselves a cup of coffee. It will help with the cold". They stared one to another. Wondering if it will be a good idea to take the coffee that had been offered. Reading their minds, the witch spoke, "it won't take me a second to kill you if I want to. But I don't want to so you can take your coffee"

Geoff said, grinning ear to ear. They walked on, passing a coffee shop where people sat tapping away at laptops. Geoff nudged him inside, steering him toward the counter. “Choose whatever you like,” Geoff said. Keenan scanned the glowing menu board, his lips moving as he tried to piece together the names. “Caramel… macchiato… latte. These are spells.” “They’re just coffee drinks,” Geoff said, amused. The barista looked up expectantly. Keenan straightened, gripping his pride like a sword. “I will have… your strongest potion.”

She still couldn't believe that she had managed to escape the suspicion of the Lewd Demon. ‘This is like a suicide mission. I have to leave this company as soon as possible.’ While thinking hard, Kara prepared hot water and a cup. However, as soon as she opened the cupboard, her focus was diverted. The row of jars in front of her were labeled with the names of the days. Black Ivory coffee for Monday, Finca El Injerto for Tuesday, Saint Helena for Wednesday, Hacienda La Esmeralda for Thursday, and Luwak coffee for Friday. The contents of that cupboard cost more than her monthly salary!

Putting him between us in the end seat. The last thing I want to do. *** My stomach was coiled so tight, I wondered if I’d be able to eat at all. “I had a nightmare…” “Did you?” He sent me a sideways glance. “Or were you having your Twinkets spy on me?” “I have no Twinkets.” It was only a partial lie. They’re not mine. I don’t know where they come from. “Do you know,” He scooped a bit of chopped vegetables and served them to Udora. “That the myth is that only a Mistress of Witches can control them.”

*** Nate Hawthorne did indeed take calls in the middle of the night, sounding wary but not sleepy at all when he answered the phone and then downright delighted once he understood we wanted to pay him and his shaman brother-in-law Arik actual cash money for magical services rendered. “Up front,” he emphasized. “No discounts.” I reminded him that I was one of Fenwick’s lieutenants, and got a grudging, “Maybe a small discount, but only if you stop for coffee on the way. The largest mocha they have, with an extra shot, two pumps of caramel, one pump of hazelnut, extra whip, and chocolate sprinkles.” I’d put the phone on speaker and set it in the center console while I drove back down toward Lan

She looks up to find Sarah with her grande coffee. And bless her, because Sarah also carries chiffon cake. And it's green. Which means it's macha flavored. Krystal could cry from appreciation. "Thank you," Krystal almost cry. Sarah just giggles at her. "You're a savior." "Well, after that unfortunate meeting with mister Christian and whatever his surname is, you deserve that, at least." Krystal is really thankful for Sarah. She doesn't know what her life would be if she doesn't have Sarah as her personal assistant. She really has to raise her wage.

Described as the power of witchery and sorcery, he asked church leaders to stand fast against it. Saducismus Triumphatus was the first to reference a spell capsule called the Witch's Bottle. They also knew it as a Bottled Spell. Made from clay, glass, or stone, it was counter-divination. It was protection against other covens, curses, and hexes. These bottles could contain nails, the urine of the victim, and thorns. They often filled them with hair, menstrual blood, wine, and bone. However, the spells in the bottle would only work if kept hidden and intact.

That could be to my advantage. “Thank you,” I said, taking a seat on a couch. Walter walked carefully towards the couch on the other side of the table and sat. Soon, Renda and Grace were seated on either side of me with steaming cups of coffee and hot chocolate. I glanced at Renda and smirked. “I didn’t know you had a sweet tooth.” She wrinkled her nose, “I… have a weakness.” “Cocoa Madness is the best hot chocolate on the market,” Walter said, his voice taking on a gentle and warm tone. “Special blend. Most don’t know we do more than sell cannabis blends and eatables.”

It was the safest revenge she could think of. They found out that Aaron and DJ had gotten into the Alphas stash of werewolf liquor. It was a special liquor that was spelled by witches to make it more potent. Paisley and Craig showed up an hour later. The kids were already playing outside, while the adults were still trying to get Aaron and DJ back to fully human. Paisley brought a special potion to put in the boys coffee. It fixed them right up and everyone went outside after the dishes had been washed and the leftover food put away.

he begged. “Just be a good boy and do what I asked you to do,” Zoe declared and stood up, taking her bag. “But remember, if you dare try to come hunting me down, buy your funeral casket down first. Have a grievous day, Mr Smith,” Zoe threatened, wore her sunshade, and walked out. “Goddamn it! I’m doomed!” Mr Smith cried, biting his finger in regret. “This girl is a witch! Liyana has ruined me!”