Witchcraft Coffee Novels & Stories

“Surely you could track whoever it is by scent?” “Unfortunately, there’s more to this wolf than meets the eye,” I grumble, feeling entirely too called out, as if my skills are in question. “Can you use this or not?” “I can.” “How much?” The witch sips from her mug. There isn’t a tea tag hanging out, which makes me think she’s drinking loose leaf the old-fashioned way. “Two hundred.” “One-fifty.” She grins, her smile wide and white in her dark face. “One-seventy-five.”

Social status didn't really matter to Lucas, so he didn't look awkward sitting next to Rafaela. Rafaela nodded. "Yes, that's right, prince. That is me. Sorry in advance if I acted rashly. I have no other choice because of seeing you cornered. Let me introduce myself, I am Rafaela Swan. I am a tier two witch and a master at the Andromeda school, a water element witch."

"I am currently navigating this craft toward the Norham cathedral for the academy's grand investiture. If your watch is clear, you must take the high platform beside me! Have you forgotten that your wildland survival records are the very foundation of our institution?" Rain was the Arch-Master of the Crown Coffee Academy, known across the five sectors as the supreme authority on bean cultivation and toxicant brewing. Years ago, during my first winter out of the wilderness, Rain and I had drafted the core protocols for the academy, designing a sanctuary where young wolves could master the extraction of specialized stimulants and anti-venoms. To prevent the high clans from turning our work int

"How did you cut the tomatoes without the seeds squirting everywhere?" "How much cheese do we need?" "Where's the salt and pepper?" "Do we have coffee?" "Shit!" I had forgotten to start coffee. "Here, hold this." I shoved the spatula at Logan, who thankfully took it as I scrambled to get the grounds into the coffee maker. As soon as the acrid brown liquid began to drip into the pot, I breathed a sigh of relief and then froze. What had I just done?

Sarah POV The café was one of those comfortable West Town staples, daylight spilled right through tall windows, people discussed thick alongside the fragrance of dim cook and warm cake, also mumbled discussions coasted underneath a jazz playlist that never attempted so very difficult. It was just the kind of put I utilized to pass on my way to some place else because I had promised myself I'd halt in sometime in the not so distant future. That specific someday had at last arrived on this day. My hair was loosely knotted as well as I carried a baby carrier. A silk scarf had been thrown right over a white button down just like armor disguised as complete ease.

A cup of black coffee was cooling beside me as I reviewed the final asset sheets, trying to force my mind back into the numbers. The quiet didn't last. The heavy suite doors suddenly burst open, the loud click of the lock shattering the morning silence. Silas walked in, his face uncharacteristically pale, his jaw set so tightly the scar on his cheek looked like a jagged white wire. He didn't say good morning. He didn't offer a report on the banks. He walked straight to the desk and dropped a heavy, cream-colored envelope bearing a wax seal directly onto my paperwork. My eyes narrowed as I recognized the emblem pressed into the wax. A double-headed eagle holding a set of scales.

That is my mother's domain. "I brought you coffee, sir." "Thank you." I take a sip and it is like the world has become brighter. It has a strong but smooth taste. "This is an amazing coffee. What make is this?" "It is Jacobs Kronung." "Keep them coming please." The waiter nods and walks away. I keep sipping on my coffee. This is the kind of coffee you don't spoil with sugar or creamer. You drink it straight up. The waiter comes back once again with a plate in his hand. He places the plate in front of me. I stare at the plate. It has a big sausage with french fries.

“For now we watch and gather what we can. Rage alone will not free them.” She rose and called for Sendro and Laclam next. When the two men arrived, she had the sealed crate from the Whitefang delivery brought in and set on the table. “This is the new product the witches are circulating,” she said. “They’re calling it Wolfesia. The Blacklores are already using it. I need everything you can learn, ingredients, effects, how it works. Leave nothing unexamined.” Sendro and Laclam exchanged a single glance. Both nodded.

The second the hot beverage hit her tongue, she couldn’t refrain herself and spit it all out. Old Al’ and Mat waves of laughter resonated in the café while Bianca was trying to get her composure back. « Ohlala what is that ? » she had now teary eyes and the sourness was killing her. Old Al’ gave her a glass of water « This is what people here call cow piss… » « Excuse me! I like to call it the sorcerer’s coffee grounds » said half vexed Mat. « I can make you another one, it might be good… we never really know. »

"Yeah that's cause she's being controlled by Chynna and her brain is confused" "Right their like little puppies" she said laughing "ooh lets go in here" As we walked into Red Bubbly, a store that sold almost everything dealing with summer from bathing suits to pools, I got another text from the mystery person Unknown: meet me at the park in 20 minutes I showed the message to Roxy "this is so weird" "Yeah but are you going to go" "No it could be a psycho for all I know" I said looking at a rack of bikinis