Witchy Altar Novels & Stories

"I'm fine." I didn't answer. I just kept cleaning his wounds, my fingers gentle against his torn skin. --- Three days later, we stood before the witch's altar. It was a modest clearing, hidden deep in the ancestral lands of my pack's oldest allies. The witch was ancient, her face a map of wrinkles, her eyes the pale silver of old magic. She took the assembled shards from my hands without a word, cradling them like a mother holds a newborn. Then she began to chant.

I met him from behind the screen and told him everything directly, then asked, "My half-sister has already taken my place and married the Crown Prince. I'm willing to fulfill the peace alliance. Does the King's promise still stand?" A trace of surprise flickered in his eyes. He said, "The sons of the northern plains never care about such things. It's only unfortunate for you, Miss. If you're willing to board the carriage, my father the King will treat you like a proper consort." "That's good then." I removed the pendant from my waist and handed it to him. "However, before we depart, I need Your Highness to help me with something." In the palace's great hall, the Crown Prince and Cordelia had

He finally understood. This wasn't a wedding. It was his execution. "No… It's not like that!" He suddenly lunged, a man possessed, scrambling down from the altar.

She was unsure what to do next, and she didn't feel very welcome here. Then, she saw a man walking up to her, he was tall, with long golden hair that was slicked back. He wore a tank top that showed off the tattoos on his arms. As he walked towards Bella, she could feel his aura, which was powerful and confident. She knew immediately that this was Zayn Xavier, the alpha king who had requested her presence. His dark eyes locked with hers, and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. His gaze was intense and seemed to pierce right through her. She felt vulnerable and exposed, as if he could see into her very soul.

When we stopped in front of everyone I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her close to me and also to calm her down. " Hello everyone, as you have heard, on my recent trip to Sydney I was lucky enough to meet my mate. You may have heard some other things about her, so I'm going to be as upfront and honest as possible with you all. Her name is Irene and she is a witch". I heard a lot of grumble throughout the crowd , I looked down at Irene and there was a sign of concern all over her face. The crowd wasn't stopping quickly enough that I had to release my Alpha aura.

“Is it safe to move her?” “She will be weak for a while,” the seer answered. “Her soul did a lot tonight. But yes, she can move. She should move. Staying on this altar is not good for any living person.” I nodded quickly. “Please get me off this floor. I never want to lie on a witch altar again.” Kayden huffed a small laugh. “Agreed." He slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back. I squeaked a little as he lifted me in a bridal carry.

Annabelle was barely feminine so it was easier to deal with her but seeing the arrogant Maya Dinkins at her worst,was a whole lot to handle. “We wouldn't want a scandal for you, would we? Let's get out of here.” He said in hushed whispers. Maya managed to pull herself together and they were about to leave when her fiance's woman rushed up to them and threw some red wine in a tumbler in Maya's way but Drake was fast enough to push her aside and the liquid splattered all over his grey shirt. Now their audience grew and one shouted excitedly with knowingness in his eyes. “Isn't that the Infinity Demon Widower?.”

"That's the one. It's a big deal, apparently. The Silver Wizard is throwing a huge party to celebrate her return." Ryker's expression turned thoughtful. "I see. Well, Alpha, if you're going to attend the party, I'll make sure to come with you. We can keep an eye out for any potential leads or information that might be relevant to our case." As I stepped into the grand hall, I was immediately struck by the opulence that surrounded me. The decorations were exquisite, and the atmosphere was alive with the hum of conversation and the soft strains of music.

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

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.