Witchy Altar Cloth Novels & Stories

"I don't believe so. I'm not sure because you haven't found your mate yet." “Didnt you know I'm Caleigh Sanders? I am Alpha Chaste's mate!” she shouted angrily dashing into my side. She raised her right hand to punch me but I sidetracked causing her hand to pass me and her body was brought with her. "Oopss", I teased her. She gritted her teeth and face her back at me. I heard her murmur strange words making me worry a bit. "She's a witch." those words… she's a witch, I realized to myself. I have to be cautious around this girl.

But I shook it all away and continued to walk toward him. I heard a choir singing beside us as I walked closer to his side. The song is unfamiliar. More like about the divinity given by their deity. The Moon Goddess. When I reached the end of the aisle, I observed the place. The altar resembled a typical altar made by humans. The werewolves seemed to replace the symbols and sculptures with Moon Goddess's figures. It is a combination of white gold and clay. There were pots with neon-looking liquids and pots that had gold and silver coins in them.

At its center, encircled by ancient ruins, the stone bier lay surrounded by thirteen witches, their silver robes glistening with dew. As Ryker and Nova dismounted, the head witch stepped forward. Her eyes were blind and milky. “You have come to witness a miracle, Alpha.” Ryker narrowed his eyes. “What kind of miracle?” She gestured to the bier. “The return of blood. Of legacy.” There, beneath a sheer veil of glowing silk, a figure lay still. Slender. Familiar. Her chest rose and fell in slow, unnatural rhythm. The witches began to chant.

Seven vampires of the coven lounged on velvet chaises and ornate thrones, their eyes glowing with a predatory lust. Three males, four females—all ancient, beautiful, and monstrous. They wore sheer silks that left nothing to the imagination: cocks already hard and leaking, cunts glistening, fangs bared. At the center of the room stood a massive circular altar draped in black velvet, scattered with deep red roses and silver chains. Chains for restraint and hooks for suspension. Trays of silver blades and crystal goblets waited nearby.

I called softly, approaching with my eyes respectfully averted, the heavy cloak held out before me. She stood beside Theron, still dazed from the transformation and the Goddess's blessing, not quite realizing her state. Her skin glowed faintly with residual moon magic, and she radiated power—but she was still my little sister, and I'd be damned if I let her first moment as a recognized Wynter Alpha be marred by embarrassment. I draped the cloak around her shoulders quickly, fastening it at her throat before stepping back. The deep blue fabric, embroidered with silver wolves—the Wynter sigil—fell to her ankles, covering her completely.

Long banners carrying both the wolf pack crest and the royal vampire emblem flowed in the wind. Rows of chairs had been placed in neat lines for the guests, with a central aisle covered in a path of rose petals. At the far end, an altar stood beneath a towering oak tree—its ancient branches hung with lanterns enchanted by witches so they glowed softly, as though carrying the blessings of the moon itself.

No witnesses. This rite was not meant to be watched. She wore white this time — ceremonial silk, slit at the sides to allow movement. Her hair hung loose down her back, unbound, a signal of surrender to higher forces. A lie. The altar had been cleansed. Fresh runes glowed faintly along its edge, newly carved with a blade still stained at Seraphine’s hip. Candles ringed the chamber, each flame tinted silver-blue, burning without smoke. And at the heart of it all—

My hair fans out like spilled ink. He moves to stand between my knees. “Lift your shift.” My hands shake as I gather the linen, draw it up my thighs. Higher. Higher. Until the fabric bunches at my waist. Cool air kisses the bare skin between my legs. I’m exposed. Completely. His eyes darken. A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Open,” he says. “Show the altar what belongs to it.” My thighs part—slow, trembling. The position feels obscene, sacred, impossible.

"Mother has convinced the elders that the ceremony must proceed. For Alora's own good." We go through a small turn in a corner, and the great hall comes into our view. The doors are more massive than the last time when I saw them. Inside, wolves scurry about, arranging flowers, lighting candles, setting up rows of chairs. At the far end, a ceremonial altar has been erected, decorated in the pack's colors. This wedding would be large and it irks me that it is a stupid one The binding altar. Where Alora will be tied to Alpha Leo forever unless I stop it. I have to do something

He snapped his fingers again, and ALlena jeans and button-down disappeared, only to be replaced with a semi-sheer bit of fabric that was artfully draped around her hips and chest. "Wow," Allena said, thoroughly unimpressed. "You really are into this. You are really kinky Jonathan, seriously" "I am my angel, don't you know we devils are kinky when it's come to sex" Jonathan answer him with chuck and Win roll his eyes. "And don't you know we love really don't like those kinks and at all" "Just one more time love, for me" "One last time Jonathan" Another gesture had the Alpha woman chained down to the altar. Allena pulled on the chains experimentally, but they had little give. Jonathan was care