Witchy Altar Cloth Novels & Stories

“You are The Goddess of the house, with all capital letters. Dmitry can fight it, because the mansion now revolves around two absolute forces: Marina’s breakfast and Mrs. Rurik’s mood.” “My mood has been good, considering a witch nearly drained me into dust,” Susan murmured, amused. “And yet you survived,” Lyra said, approaching and gently holding her hand. “Not because you were saved. But because you chose to live. That… is what makes you a divinity. Not the golden glow.” The room fell silent for a moment. Carla approached the wardrobe, where Lena was laying out the ritual dress. It was made of a translucent fabric that resembled golden mist, with lunar embroidery stitched in silver and bla

This is not how I would have chosen to look for my big day, but it will do. The only concession I was given was being allowed to wear the dress I had chosen. It is traditional in witch weddings to wear a cloak of deep blue. Mine is made of silk and hanging from the back of my wardrobe mirror. One of the servants will bring it to me at the proper time when I am done sealing my bond with Slate and move on to my next ceremony. I don't want to think about that right now. I want to focus on this moment, just minutes before I say "I do."

I remarked. “I can't even stand her stupidity." "I thought she was one of the harshest and fiercest individuals in Duskrend, but she is nothing like that," I said. "Agh, I can only picture what she will do after we are done with them," Camila giggled as we approached the oldest witch's altar. "Alpha Claus, welcome; did you bring what I asked for?" She asked while pouring certain ingredients that caused the fire to emit black smoke. “Yes, I did," I said, handing her the dress.

“The magic the witch used. I don’t know what it is, but it’s…as if I’m bleeding poison.” “Yah.” Rhoda nods and lets go of her nose. “Can yeh wash it off?” I shrug. “Probably. I could last night.” “I suggest yah do that, lovey. Alpha Johnathan sent me.” She holds up a garment bag. “He says the ceremony is in two ‘ours. Yah need ta get ready.” I eye Rhoda’s usual colourful outfit. Today, she’s wearing a leopard print shirt, a tight leather skirt, and a pair of plastic ten inch heels to round off her ensemble. Her platinum blonde hair is done up in curls and held in place with flower barrettes.

They fed her from their plates hoovering over her like she was their orbit and she fed them from hers, the gravity holding them together. When they were done she whispered in Beau’s ear and he nodded. She slipped off his lap only to be claimed and pulled into Wyatt’s. Beau returned with a bag of snacks and Bri dug into it pulling out some candy. “May I?” she asked Zoey, who nodded. Bri slipped out of Wyatt’s lap and approached the tapestry on the far wall pulling it back like a curtain and revealing the alter built into an alcove in the wall. Her finger twitched and the candles lit with blue flames. I shared a surprised glance with Zoey before she nodded towards Bri and I watched as Mouse pl

I rushed at him again but he disappeared, he kept on disappearing every time I tried to attack. “Why are you hiding, you this coward? Come out and let me tear out your limbs, fucking bastard,” I cursed in anger, all I heard from him was a tsk. “Save me,” Tiffany pleaded as she struggled with the chains surrounding her. I forgot about everything else and went to her side, when I tried to reach for the chain, Alfie held up using a dark magic spell to choke me. I tried to fight it free but whatever spell he was using was overpowering me.

The hard part was if she was going to listen to our plea for help anyway. The dozens of candles that crowded the altar were not yet lit. Esther and Rocio stood by the walls while Kizzy was right behind Miss Aza, sitting with an African drum on her lap. The pastries were laid out on silver platters by the altar as were perfumes and incense sticks. Aza meditated silently, having changed into a light blue dress. Her locs touched the ground behind her, pink flowers weaved all the way down like the flowers on the altar. I stood by and watched as she finished.

We had all followed her towards where she had obviously been shown by the oracle and all was ready. There were forty nine candles seven of each colour of the rainbow and they were arranged alternately and they were all lit. On top of the altar was a clean white bowl and a small sharp knife. There had been a very colorful sheet that had been spread on the altar and she was fussing with a big couldron that was frothing on the side on a fire as she stirred it. "This will be ready in a while. Give me a minute and for the time being, you can lie on the altar dear.

There was an altar cloth laid on top, a needle and thread carefully pinned into the material for safe-keeping. Everything was neat and orderly and pretty unremarkable, that was apart from the robes which were draped on a hanger, hooked onto a free-standing coat rack, not far from the chair and sewing box. They were made from a thick white silk, the golden-tasselled stole embroidered with what looked like a coat of arms, and I stopped when I saw it, my eyes captivated by such luxury in this rudimentary setting. I started towards it, my hand reaching. 'Is that...?'

Unfortunately, my body had a long way to go before I could free myself. "Feeling a little weak, don't you?" Cybele's voice clearly indicated that she knew that I was conscious. I lifted my head just enough to see what was in front of me, even though my vision was still blurry. Cybele was wearing a white robe as if she had turned into a priestess, and she was standing by something that resembled an altar. Four more witches stood silently behind her; they also wore bright robes, although not as white and dignified as Cybele's. "What's going on? Why are you doing this?" I muttered, struggling to lock my eyes on the Supreme witch.