Witchcraft Shop Novels & Stories

Some farmers only worked on ensuring the growth of the fruits and vegetables, while the others would focus on the clothing, the milk, the meat to surfice our pack. I was surprised by our little community. They were working so hard to turn this place into a community. A home. We already had several shops open for tourism and shopping. The witches have several apothecaries, wiccan stores, and potion stores. They were already bringing in a large portion of the profit to the community.

No matter what it takes, I won't let her steal him for good. * I think I would probably die if anyone saw me entering the small witch shop. I know my reputation would be ruined if people found out I really believed in this stuff. So, I go through the doors quickly. And I'm strangely put at peace by the shop. There's a sweet, smoky smell within these walls. Candles flicker all around. Shades of purple, red, and black create an ominous atmosphere. No, not ominous. Magical. I think I'm exactly where I need to be to get Bria away from my man.

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

Chapter 11: The Hike Shahida and I went to the nearby shop they called Fortluck. It sells magic potions, accessories they believe could alter their future, and services like foreseeing. The owner lends his bathroom for Shahida to get dressed and fix herself. While in the living room that connects his sacred place where he does his service, he offers me tea he made personally. According to him, it's tea that puts your mind at ease. “Thank you,” I said while smiling. I put the tea cup on the table.

[Reputation Shop (Winged Skull tribe)] [Skills]: - Farming (Passive): Free - Herblore (Passive): 200 RP - Magic Enchant: 500 RP - Crystal Smithing: 250 RP - Crystal Golemancy: 400 RP - Druidic Golemancy: 400 RP - Tailoring: 100 RP [Items]: - Two-winged Mask (1/1): Free [Note: You can unlock more items and skills by forming stronger ties with the Winged skull tribe.] "For now, let's buy Farming, herblore, tailoring, and the mask, because why not."

" 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.

I finish work and meet Aaron at the door. “Hey. I want to do a bit of shopping. Is that alright? Oh are you hungry? We can stop for food if you want.” I offer. Aaron shrugs. I take that to mean ‘maybe but only if something catches my eye.’ I’m going to have to make two stops to complete Bellamy’s gift. Luckily Borderline is right next to a shopping district so I won’t have far too walk. My first destination is a craft store. I spend entirely too long looking at every kind of red thread and string that they stock until I choose a thin string. I pause out the front of the store and take a minute to do a rope braid with the string to double it up and then tie it into a loop. Aaron is watching m

I passed stalls full of fabrics, jewellery, fruit, herbs, until a woman’s voice cut through my focus. “On sale! Only for today! Two Lunar Vix to keep you stylish for any special moment!” The voice belonged to a small scarf stall ahead of me. The stall itself looked simple, built from mismatched wooden planks nailed together in a very questionable way. But the aura around the woman selling the scarves was unmistakable. Energy pulsed around her faintly—sorcerer energy—and that scent… yes, definitely a sorcerer. I walked closer, slipping in between women sorting through scarves. A lilac chiffon scarf caught my eye. Pretty enough to use as an excuse to talk to her.

One smile and she knew that man was a goner. "You’ll be going straight to Lord Bernie then?" Ashlan and Pearl were both merchants in a way. Except Pearl sells mythical creatures and he sells fresh bread and some magical totems. It was a strange combination, of course, just like his shop. It was amazing and creepy at the same time. It was the kind of shop you wondered about, that you felt your soles move toward as if there upon a shelf was a piece of your own life puzzle.

“Please Alpha,” “If anything goes out of line, I can’t assure you that I won’t act.” He replied calmly and I nodded. Hopefully, nothing went out of line. I exhaled deeply as I pushed the wooden door open only to be welcomed with the familiar scent of booze. One would think this place was a beer parlor but in fact, this was a gathering place for all species. It was a shop for all kinds of artifacts, weapons, grimoires, potions and of course, ingredients. Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes.