Witchcraft Shop Novels & Stories

"What if we also sell drugs?" Azareel says with sparkling eyes. "But selling the medicine will be difficult if we don't use the shop or kiosk. Should we raise money to buy a shop or a house?" said Wayne, the man seemed to be imagining something. "That's right ... now what should we do?" said Nelson, who was rubbing his back with difficulty. "First of all we will hunt, then prepare the spices, come to Hela Village, before that we have to make a cart to sell," said Azareel while stroking his clean chin, his eyes like sky gazing.

It never ceased to amaze Meguitte that the humans had gone from persecuting witches in the name of religion, to accepting them as a quirky commercial business that often blended in with alternative and complementary forms of healthcare such as yoga and naturopathy. Willows shop was located in a strip of small businesses, between a pole-dance studio and a little café selling vegan foods, and her storefront combined soy-candles, incense, oils, with little pots of all-natural skin care and household products, as well as the more commercial aspects of witch-craft such as crystals, the silver and black leather jewellery favored by the goth scene, and little pouches and jars that purportedly conta

Nicklaus suggested. "Alright then, come on." Anders owned a little shop in a big market. He was into fashion and sold different kind of costumes both for male and female, mostly women's. Nicklaus realized that Ander’s shop wasn't very popular as only one man entered the entire time they were there. "No one is coming to buy anything," Nicklaus said. "Yes. That's how it usually is." Anders seemed unbothered by the situation. "If you are a witch, why don't you use some magic to attract some customers?" Nicklaus asked.

Waiting for Tadhg Walter and the carriage to leave, Egbert Leon entered the True Fire Cult, immediately sent someone to run to inform the owner of the Unicorn Shop, that there was a precious customer coming to choose the carriage, and Egbert Leon was about to avoid the accident out error. Lately, it's all about meeting people with bad eyes, blind eyes, which easily makes Tadhg Walter uncomfortable. Precious customer of course also is Tadhg Walter. Going to buy a carriage was a very simple thing, Egbert Leon did not want to because of this that Tadhg Walter did not like it. Unicorn Shop in the South Citadel has existed for more than thirty years, has a great reputation, the most famous is sel

“I know a dwarven smith. Just tell him you’re a friend of mine and he might just give you a discount. OR! Maybe it’s even better if you mention Yuki instead.” “Yuki?” “Yeah, she’s even closer to him than me. He might even do it for free.” Layla smiled brightly as she said it. “Whoah, I’ll keep that in mind then. Where is this dwarf?” Matthew asked. “His shop is just in Soth city, not too far. The shop is called Snow Smithings, on 5/3 Ladle Street.” “Oh thanks! I’ll go right now actually.” Matthew picked up his sword and was about to walk out.

Jesse sniffs the air, checking to make sure no one is inside before letting me walk in. Today at the shop is even busier than the weekdays were. There are lots of humans coming and going and while Jesse is a great thief deterrent, he doesn’t know how to run the cash register. Before I know it, the day is mostly gone. It’s about an hour before closing when the witch comes in. She looks at Jesse before coming up to me. “Hey Sasha, I have your potion ready to go. It’s in the back.” She nods and follows me into the back room.

Over her shoulder hovered her familiar, a strange blueish creature that reminded him of a fat little gremlin with wings. Grace the Enchanted was one of the oldest witches he knew. Although she appeared in her twenties, with bright blue hair and even brighter blue eyes, she was older than himself by several centuries. When he'd been a boy Grace used to visit his pack often, playing with the pups and showing off her magic. Now she spent her days holed up in her old magic shop, selling trinkets to human tourists. Of course, the humans were completely unaware that hidden in the back was another shop possessing real items of power, ones meant only for the supernatural.

Cold, strong, and wild. But what really sold me was the final attribute listed: strong. That word seemed tailor-made for the disaster that was my potion workshop. I barely hesitated before maxing out my credit card. The moment the payment went through, a magical message from the seller popped up. [Seller: Miss Cici, about the werewolf you've purchased, I must remind you of something.] [Me: Hm? Is there a problem with the delivery?] [Seller: No, we have plenty in stock.]

I waited and waited, but didn't see anyone holding a sign for me. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around in surprise. "Long time no see." Timothy Sunderland stood there smiling at me, dressed in a black coat. "Tim! I can't believe it's really you!" I was both shocked and delighted. He took my suitcase. "Of course I'd come to pick up our brilliant designer, Miss Cindy!" I stopped in my tracks. "You work at the institute, too? Oh my god, that's wonderful!" Timothy ruffled my hair. "Let's go. We shouldn't keep Bill waiting."

Silver Stardust consisted of two isles with shelves on each side, along with a front counter, back office, and workshop rooms. The books on mythical creatures, werewolves, vampires, etc were found on the far left-hand side, working their way toward the crystals and then the Tarot and Wiccan items on the far right. The front counter held the occult items which were very powerful and only sold to certain customers for if they landed in the wrong hands great trouble would ensue. Caleb was a fast learner and was soon able to answer any questions that Leah had as she acted like a customer. He started to feel more comfortable in the store and spent the rest of the day wandering around the isles lo