Novel & Cerita Witchy Altar Cloth

I know more than he does. Because I can feel it. Carving a wet, hot trail down the seam of my leg. There's a rustle, and then suddenly, something soft and silky cups my sex, dragging over my clit and through the folds of my pussy. With a strong finger behind it, it swirls the entrance of my hole, lighting every nerve ending in my body on fire. Alpha Caden extends to his full height, then tosses something in front of me on the altar. It's a silk pocket square, and to my embarrassment, the gray fabric is now stained dark charcoal with my juices. The scent wafting in the room like a burner.

Normal Shifters couldn't transform in an altar room, it weakened them to essentially human. It could also make them go insane from too much exposure to raw magic that tinted the air, which was why any decent Witch ensured they were stone structures buried at least twenty feet below the earth. The walls inside the altar room were dotted incrementally with fist sized white crystals that some like electrical lights, illuminating the room. A workbench and shelf were crammed into the corner, while the centre of the room was a large stone cauldron, carved from the stone itself. A shiver of silver water filled it almost to the brim.

The altar of Moon Goddess Church was draped in white Easter lilies and gauzy silk, a vision straight out of a dreamy fairytale. Alaric stood at its center, dressed in a sharp suit with his hair neatly combed. His facial features were chiseled to perfection and sharp, while the tension in his pressed-tight lips betrayed a rare nervousness. Serene stood beside him in a pure white gown and a radiant, shy smile on her face. Around them, wolves bustled with the final touches as the final rehearsal of a grand mating ceremony was ongoing. It should have been our fifth mating anniversary, but he had all this planned for someone else.

Two altar candles were placed, one for the goddess in silver and one for the god in gold. A bowl of salt representing the element of earth was placed on it, an incense vessel for the element of air, a white candle for the element of fire, and a bowl of water as the fourth element. The sword lay on the ground in front of the altar and next to it on a table, wine in a metal chalice, representing fertility. Raven placed a crystal in the center of the altar that represented the magical object needed to initiate Maddie. Maddie was wearing a white habit and a red cord around her waist. Red ment feminine energy. Raven and Rodolf had a blue cord that represented masculine energy. The traditional cor

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

They would give him one chance to face them, to prove he was still Alpha. The Beta exhaled hard and raked a hand through his hair. He had no idea what kind of Jalen would walk through those doors tomorrow—the hollow-eyed drunkard or the strong Alpha he used to be. Far away, in the shadowed corner of a locked chamber, Chelsea hummed softly as she stirred herbs into a shallow bowl of dark water. The scent of ash and clove clung thick to the air, mingling with the musky perfume she wore. Behind her, an older witch with long, silver-streaked braids traced symbols into the floor with chalk.

“I would love to see them try.” —-- We reached the heart of the place where the collapsed altar lay, half-buried in vines and stone. Here, the smell of smoke was stronger. Scorched earth formed a circle around the altar, and in the center lay a bundle of burnt branches tied with red cloth. An offering. I stepped forward, pulse hammering. As I bent to touch it, the cloth fell away with a brittle snap, revealing what was wrapped within. A lock of hair. Golden brown, bound tightly with a red thread.

Determination growing she stopped in front of Martha's door taking a few steadying breaths before pushing allowing the door to groan on its hinges as if it hadn't been moved in ages. A gasp escaped Danica as the room within came into view. She didn't know what she had expected to find, but this wasn't it. Sitting in a corner was an altar covered in crystals, herbs, and what looked to be potions. Flowers covered the surface as if Martha had used them as an offering along with a few small trinkets. Hanging on the wall was a tapestry with three women on it, one young and beautiful, one with a bulging pregnant belly, and the final an old woman with wrinkles scattering her serene face.

Each varying in style and each in their own display case with an interior light shining down on them making even the smallest of gems sparkle. There was an altar of sorts at the further end of the room. It was covered in a white silk fabric with green and white ivy vines wrapping around its four legs and acting as garland at its flat surface. There were soft white lights above the altar resembling hanging christmas lights. On each side of the table there were unlit candles. In the middle sat a ornate silver goblet and in front of that was a dagger of shorts with a handle encrusted with diamonds and sapphires.

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.