Witchy Altar Cloth Novels & Stories

"The whole territory is whispering. They're saying he left you to rot in the infirmary while he chased me across the continent." Silence. "What do you want?" Chloe’s voice is wary. "I want to give you a chance," I say, looking out over the city. "A chance to prove yourself and win back your Alpha's trust." "What kind of chance?" "Have you ever heard of a Power Amplification Altar?" "No... what's that?" "It's an ancient ritual," I lied smoothly. "It can unlock a wolf's true potential, amplifying their power tenfold. Imagine, Chloe. With that kind of strength, Jayden would have no choice but to see you. To desire you."

“It must be part of her sorcery!” “But we saw the dead body of one of the twins,” said Cory, confused, as she duplicated the cloak her father was wearing, watching the fibres of the new cloak knit together as she focused her mind on it. “That must have been a witchcraft! A Glamour,” said Titan. “An illusion, right?” “Venom is probably alive,” breathed Cory, the hope evident in her voice, as she draped the two newly formed cloaks over Smoke and Mirrors. “They all are, right Alpha?” Said Titan.

Bartenders had stocked the four different bars hors d'oeuvres carts were placed strategically close to the bars. The five witches were all in the Alpha's quarters dressing in their beautiful gowns. Cornelia is wearing a baby blue silk one shoulder mermaid style gown while Dahlia had a crimson red satin ball gown fitted bodice and off shoulder cap sleeves. Lily had chosen an emerald green empire wasted chiffon, that displayed her baby bump adorably. Eva wore an off the shoulder long sleeved black stretch velvet a-line flared bottom gown that hugged her curves like a second skin.

Grandpa led the way downstairs, with Zendaya, Gunther, and James following behind us. The interior of the Manor, adorned with flowers and lights, took my breath away. Its beauty was overwhelming, perfectly setting the scene for our special day. Grandpa guided me toward a small, elegantly set stage—the wolf altar, adorned with silver idols and offerings. There, the Priestess awaited in her off-white robe, and Archer stood in a black tuxedo, his gaze filled with awe and emotion at the sight of me. As Grandpa placed my hand in Archer's, the ceremony began.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

Maybe even longing. I crouch to examine a bundle of folded cloth; the linen yellowed with age. Inside, drawings on thick parchment depict scenes of old moonlit gatherings: bodies dancing in firelight, a woman crowned with antlers, another surrounded by horned men in poses of reverence and desire. In one sketch, a woman kneels at a stone altar, arms lifted toward the moon as milk spills from her breasts into the carved grooves. I shudder. Not from fear, but from recognition. I’ve seen that altar. I stood before it only hours ago. This isn’t a drawing of what happened; it’s an outline of what’s coming.

"Lucian and the others were locked into the academy. Apparently, the Great Witch made a public appearance that night. The masters and the palace wanted to make sure the younger Krysts are safe." Chloe stared at the blanket that fell from her chest. "The Great Witch simply declared war," she informed Jucel before Chloe set the blanket aside and moved to the edge of her bed. She then got off and went to her built-in closet, skimming through her clothes until her eyes landed on a certain white robe with red lining on the edge. She grabbed it along with a shirt and pair of pants, and quickly changed clothes. "They're not going to make a move anytime soon." "How sure are you?" Jucel asked. She fo

He waved them off. Ryder dragged Alecia out the door and into a bedroom with one king size bed draped in white silk sheets. She rubbed her shoulders as a shiver filled her. Tonight she’d be laid out on that altar for his lustful greed. He opened a suitcase, and picked up her white nightgown, handing it to her. And here was her sacrificial gown. Tears brimmed in her eyes. How could he expect her to slip back into the role he had designed for her?

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.

The witches’ voices grew clearer as we approached, their chants a strange, guttural language that made my skin crawl. “What are they doing?” Jessica murmured. “Preparing something,” Marcus replied, his voice grim. “Look at the altar.” I followed his gaze. The altar was crude, made of jagged stones and smeared with blood. A small object lay at its center, glowing faintly—a shard of something dark and twisted. “It’s another relic,” I said, my stomach tightening. Jessica’s grip on her daggers tightened. “What’s the plan?” “We wait,” I said. “See what they’re doing with it.”