Witchy Altar Cloth Novels & Stories

I feel nothing but warmth coming from her as I do so, no ill feelings or harm, just pure warmth. “Today, we will tie you to our Alpha, but before the ceremony starts, we need you to take off all your clothing and put this dress on,” she says, gesturing towards a garment that one of her sisters was holding. “Certainly,” I say with a tight smile. I strip off all my clothes, including my underwear, and take the garment from the witch and notice how incredibly soft it felt. It is a long, beautiful, flowing white dress with thin straps, and when I slipped it on, it made me feel incredibly beautiful, even if it were plain. My eyes met the rest of the witches, who all gave me warm and inviting smil

I demanded angrily and pushed him away from me, my eyes had turned fiery and my hair and started to glow. "No." He shouted and caught my wrist before I could chant a spell. The sparks distracted me and I could not complete the spell. "I just wanted to see her." I crashed on his chest and my tears soaked his shirt. "I know, I also wanted to." He said and hugged me tighter. "Alpha, there's been a perimeter breach." A guard barged in and announced hurriedly. "Get the men immediately," Declan ordered with a loud growl. "S-sir, t-there's a Witch." He said shakily and I stood up immediately.

All but Andre, I noticed. The secretary drew a breath and let it out in an unhappy puff. He spread his hands wide, the same magic Batsheva displayed now between his outstretched fingers. A robe to match the rest wove itself before our eyes, taking on vague human shape as it flickered with life and power. When complete, he gestured, sending it toward Erica. She held out her arms, allowed the fabric to slide around her, the large hood falling back behind her shoulders. The entire conclave began to applaud. I joined them, jumping back to my feet, pinched toes forgotten. I was followed in my standing ovation by the majority of the witches.

“Yeah, that would do it.” Tyler emptied the box whilst Heath laid out her purchases onto the kitchen table and she dug through the kitchen drawers until she discovered a black permanent marker. She set up the altar cloth and lit the candles, setting the athame on the Triquetra triangle and consecrating it through the candle flames whilst trying her damnedest to remember a chant that she hadn’t practiced in half a decade.

He must've teleported us. A few maidens come in and begin undressing us to look more appropriate for the event. Bahm sit off to the corner, already dressed enough. He wore a silky yellow, baggy pants and a white long sleeved turtle neck with a black vest over it. Wearing a lovely red kimono filed with white hibiscus flowers, and an all white cloth dress underneath , I felt beautiful for once around Azalea. The fabrics pressed neatly against my body. For she was only dressed with a plain yellow, long sleeved ruffled dress ending at her feet.

Tears brimmed in my eyes, so hot I could feel my irises burning. There she was. Celeste. She was strapped down to a high, black stone platform in the very center of the altar, her small frame looking terrifyingly fragile against the rough surface. Surrounding her were dozens of witches that looked like high priestesses, their dark robes swaying as they chanted in a low pitch that caused the air to vibrate. Above them, the midday sun was nearly gone, aggressively swallowed by that ink-red shadow until only a thin, bleeding crescent of fire remained.

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

“And Victor has been appointed as one of your witnesses and Alpha guides. He will escort us to the dais and stay nearby throughout your first shift. I thought you would want to choose the other Alpha to help him in his duties.” “What is the priestess sprinkling all over the dais?” I asked. I smelled something sweet drifting from that direction. It was a pleasant scent that made me feel calmer. “The powder will be sprinkled about the room several times during the real ceremony. It is a mixture of things meant to calm and soothe, magnify pack ties, and provide inspiration,” Alex explained. “The scent is mostly lily-of-the-valley, marigolds, and red azaleas.”

Overhead, the torches flicker green and red like twin veins of blood and poison, casting a sickly glow over everything. At the center of the room, the altar waits, carved with screaming faces and wings. Athea moves around it like a high priestess from some long-dead cult, robes now crimson, soaked to the hem in something darker than dye. She sprinkles crushed bone into a brazier. It hisses and ignites with a violent green flame. My stomach twists.

Every ceremony needs an altar and Zlo lacked the imagination for anything else. The marble suddenly began to roil and bubble, viscous as blood. Its hidden treasures were revealed and the marble subsided, quiet and cold once more. On the altar lay the seedling sprouting from its small pocket of soil, the gold harmonicus, a familiar-looking switchblade and a still, four-legged form with splayed wings. “Fierce!” Ilyria cried out, unable to stop herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her.