Witchcraft Shop Novels & Stories

There we select and develop ointments, tinctures, various preparations not only for werewolves, but also for people, and we sell developments to pharmacological companies. We sat for a while, talking quietly, and I was sent to dinner. Finally, Martha handed me a bottle of drops, as she said, “To correct an unfortunate mistake with your smell,” with instructions not to overdo it, but to add just a couple of drops to shampoos and gels. By the way, the aroma of wild berries lasted all day, banal, but I liked it - subtle, barely perceptible. Meanwhile, the worm of curiosity has already begun to gnaw at me, and what is my own smell? Will the day ever come when I feel safe enough to finally take d

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.

he said diplomatically. Kevin was now looking desperately at Sarah, who was watching the scene unfold with undisguised glee. "Sarah!" Kevin called out, his voice strained. "About that storefront for Winter's Remedy... I've been thinking. The Central Territory Business Alliance would be honored to accommodate your application. In fact, I know of several prime locations that would be perfect for your business." Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Really? Even though we're just two she-wolves with 'inconsistent history'?"

I can feel it, the weight of their submission, and it fuels me. I make my way to the pack market, the air buzzing with activity. Sellers, selling everything from fresh meat to woven blankets and a lot more. I head straight for a small dress shop tucked in the corner. The owner, an older she-wolf, greets me with a nervous smile. “What can I get you, my child?” “Something amazing,” I say, my voice normal. “Nightwear. Lingerie. Something that makes a statement.”

I don’t really get it either, but no matter how much I’ve tried to change my clothes when I shift, it always stays the same. Using my speed, I manage to get to the town in just under an hour. Most shops are closed for the night, and the streets are dimly lit by streetlamps and the odd light filtering through windows of people’s homes. The air is strongly scented with different dinner meals being prepared and I imagine people sitting down in their nice homes with their families. One day. I think to myself. That’s to goal. One day. I’m quick to find my way to a chemist, sneaking in through a crack in the window and shifting back to my normal self. I quickly scour through the shelves of traditi

The witches and Snow were the only ones who know what was in the shop while the others didn't. "Shouldn't you be heading back to your home?" Christina asks the witches. "After seeing this, I never want to go home," Valerie says. The teenage witch turns to Sarah and pleaded, "Please let us stay for a while." Sarah could almost see her eyes twinkle in desperation. Sarah just nodded. "I'm going to make some phone calls to the alpha," Xavier says. "Do you mind letting me use your phone?" "Yeah, Just go through that door and you'll find it on the brown table near the mirror," Sarah instructed.

I'm amazed by the sight. "Okay, let's go over there!" Sophia chuckles, dragging me along to different stores. I didn't have coins to buy anything, but I appreciate the numerous designs on the computers, the projector revealing various clothing, everything. I allow my finger to run along the different variety of fabrics. We even stopped at Urtium - a store for creatures that specialise in elemental magic. They have everything - pets, potions of all kinds, magic, even silver. Silver is deadly to even the most powerful creatures. The slightest touch can scar you permanently, even then its venomous bite stays with you forever.

Humans and wolves alike. "They know something's wrong," Sienna observed. "Even if they don't know specifics." "Can't blame them. Rogue attacks. Missing people. Burned buildings. Hard to ignore." We found the magical supply shop on a side street. Inconspicuous. Protected by subtle wards. Inside, it was cramped. Shelves overflowing with ingredients, crystals, potions. An elderly woman stood behind the counter. She looked up when we entered and her eyes fixed on me. "Eclipse," she breathed.

Numerous species dwelled within our world, to him, I could have been a witch wearing a glamour. "I am merely stating that two young women as yourselves stand out amongst the crowd and what human would bargain for an increased price but balk at a lower one? Either you are extremely wealthy but do not keep with the latest fashions, or you are not of us entirely," the shop keeper smiled and grabbed a bag from beneath his table. His frail hands deftly plucked up the dragon necklace and placed it on pink paper. With a few movements, clearly practiced and perfected through the years, he had it wrapped and bagged. "One does not live as long as I do without seeing a thing or two," he added with anot

" Never mind. As soon as we got to the north bridge, I entered the store first, followed by Max and Landen. The place was small and quaint and dimly lit. There were various trinkets and weapons displayed on dusty wooden shelves, some glistening faintly under the weak light bulbs dangling from the ceiling. The entire place smelled of dust and faint rust. There were even some spices on the shelves. I already knew what it was. It was probably a place where people came for magical items, herbs, and spices. It was a witch's and sorcerer's store. A little girl emerged from the back room, her eyes wide. She couldn't be more than fourteen years of age.