Witchy Altar Cloth Novels & Stories

Wyatt "I need to speak with Abigail. "I said to Lidia. "I know you two can make that happen." I said with more confidence than I felt. Lidia and Hannah exchanged a glance and a smile. "Of course. Our sister has been waiting for you." Hannah said. Melinda came into the room. She was carrying a tray full of white candles. The sisters took the 7 candles one by one. After speaking words over them, I didn't understand. They placed them around the altar. Lidia snapped her fingers and the candles lit.

She moved up the aisle with the feeling that the walls watched and wished to speak and had been ordered to say nothing. At the altar she stopped. The scent of smoke reached her, very faint, as if a wick had been pinched out moments before she arrived. A small door stood to the right of the altar where vestments were kept. She turned the handle and found it unlocked. Inside the vestry the air was cooler and held the smell of old cloth. Shelves lined the walls and on the lowest shelf a folded length of linen had been pushed out of place. She crouched and found another small smear along the edge of the wood. Someone had steadied themselves with a hand and had kept moving.

“Man, mom makes a mean lasagna doesn’t she?” The next morning flew by in a flash. Before I knew it Alyssa was over at my house helping me get ready for Elder Wynn’s ceremony. She insisted I wear this short blue dress that would bring out my eyes. She always dresses to impress and since her and Jace are broken up yet again she’s on the rebound and will be on the hunt at the bonfire tonight. Why I don’t know, it’s not as if we don’t know every single guy in town, but I’ll always be her eternal wing woman, always and forever.

Sage has never been this assaulted and humiliated before, and he can do nothing to break free as some of the maids hold him down to the tub while the others make sure he is clean. After the bath, he is towel-dried, then dressed in something he can’t even call clothes. Sheer, white fabric that barely clings to his skin. “This is the ceremonial cloth of the omega who is to bear the alpha’s child; it’s blessed by the moon goddess, you are lucky to wear it.” Elizabeth crosses her hands over her chest, watching with the hardness in her eyes never changing.

“Hmmm…let us go… where are the others?” “I have sent them away, just in case…” Saying so, Alex pursed his lips. “You did the right thing. There is no need to risk our friend’s lives unnecessarily.” Alex bent forward and adjusted the ruby broach that held the white fabric of the ceremonial clothes I had worn. I didn’t know the reason but it was stated in the book that the person performing the ritual should only wear unstitched white clothes. So I had draped a five-yard piece of white cloth around me and used the ruby broach to hold it together. Alex had draped a piece of cloth like a towel to cover his lower part of the body. A shawl was draped over his shoulders showing off the muscles on h

Her words settled inside me like an anchor. The priestesses signalled the ritual’s completion. Attendants stepped forward as I rose from the bath. They wrapped me in fresh white silk and guided me toward the dressing chamber. I barely had time to gather my thoughts before the seamstress entered, followed by three attendants carefully carrying a long, velvet-covered stand. They placed it before me, unveiling it slowly as if revealing a sacred relic rather than fabric. My breath caught. Silver silk spilt downwards in smooth layers, embroidered with moonstones stitched in platinum thread. At the centre rested the Alpha crest, woven directly over where my heart would rest.

“Let’s go.” The air was thick and suffocating, filled with the heavy scent of burning herbs and something metallic, almost like blood. The chamber was dimly lit by a ring of black candles surrounding a central altar. On it sat a glowing orb, its light pulsing in time with the chanting voice that filled the room. The witch stood at the altar, her hands moving in intricate patterns over the orb. Her dark hair flowed around her like a living shadow, and her violet eyes glinted with malevolence.

She tries to zip it up but her hands can't reach the zipper. She's really tempted to look in the mirror but she doesn't. She steps out to the ohhs and ahhs of her audience. Sarah turns around. "Someone please zip me up." Katrina snaps her finger and the dress zips up automatically. Sapphire jumps up and starts to clap. "Woah! Being a witch is so cool." Katrina snorts. "Darling girl, you don't know the least of it." SAMANTHA

Fallon Zayn stills as the young priestess rushes down the steps, her fingers gripping a slightly damp apron that carries the scent of camphor and chamomile–healing herbs I’m familiar with from my education in matters of witchcraft and the like. She looks incredibly frazzled as she reaches his side, out of breath. She tugs his arm in an effort to hurry him back up the steps, leaving me behind.

"We have twenty minutes before mass starts. Veronica, position yourself under the altar now. The congregation will start arriving in ten minutes, and you need to be completely hidden before then." Veronica nodded and moved into the sanctuary. The altar was a large marble table covered with an ornate cloth that hung nearly to the floor, creating a hidden space underneath. She lifted the cloth and crawled beneath, settling on her knees in the shadows. It was cramped but workable. From outside, the altar cloth completely concealed her. From inside, she could see out slightly through the gap where the cloth didn't quite meet the floor. Father Henry and Father Marcus entered the sanctuary, and He