Witchy Altar Novels & Stories

The Altar reacted immediately when Darcia entered. Jayden also assisted her in because he was stubborn to leave her side. Since the ritual is to be performed and carried out by the witch seer herself, Darla joined them by entering and standing tall in front of the centuries sacred altar. She started the ritual incantation that caused Darcia's consciousness to be unconscious.

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

It has to be a matter of one life for another that has to be exchanged on the altar. The altar in Milany's case is the lake where she was killed, so from there we started our plane. We were sort of playing the cat and mouse sort of games. So as they're having my mate, we have Milany's lake. Kayla used her magic to create a sort of shield that keeps all creatures out of the cave leading to that lake. From what we know, Chris sort of convinced one of the witches to join him. Yet, that which isn't nearly strong as Keyla, which gave us as a point ahead.

I returned to my seat at the corner of the room and observed as the witch started to do her thing. I watched as she pulled out five black candles and placed them at the five points of the pentagram. She then grabbed two pictures which I am assuming would be of the guardians and place them in front of the two candles at the very peak of the pentagram. She snapped her fingers which lit all five candles surrounding Alveric.

VESTA'S POV I lay on the cold stone altar, surrounded by the flickering flames of the candles that illuminated the dimly lit chamber. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, a heady mixture of sage and lavender that filled my senses as I braced myself for the ritual ahead. The witches, with their ancient knowledge and mystical powers, prepared to perform the rites that would free me from the bonds that tethered me to Lucius.

twitching. “The source,” she muttered. “This is where it all started.” She didn’t stall. Just swung the door open and waltzed right in. The place was stupidly big, couldn’t possibly fit under the castle, but here it was. Black pillars vanished into the shadows up top, and rivers of corrupted silver snaked across the floor, just like the chains that’d held Marcus. Center stage: an altar, twin to Kael’s, only ancient and caked with blood. Runes barely visible, worn down by centuries of horror. Ringed all around by a bunch of creeps in hoods, chanting like their lives depended on it. Faces hidden, but their intent? Couldn’t be more obvious.

' Tamara stepped forward seemingly unaffected by the whole ordeal. 'No Tamara, we will find a way out of this please. ' I begged, my heart beating erratically and my wolf whimpering in return. 'Trust me, work with me like Mimi said. Just follow my act, I want you yo throw that chalice to me in a count of three. Just trust me please. ' She spoke through our bond making me relax a bit. She then extended a claw, slashing the centre of her palm. 'Stupid witch already wanting to kill herself. ' Pete chuckled as her blood began to drip on the floor. On the count of three I threw it to her. She held the shiny object in one hand, dripping the blood in the shiny object all while looking at Pete with

"An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!" The ground bearing the circle released a turret of purplish-black light and the sheer force of the power sent the witch flying to the ground. Her familiar tumbled with her but she luckily caught him before he could hit the wall and attain any serious damage. She groaned and looked at her work. Her eyes widen at the displeasing result

she says apologetically. “Oh that’s fine, I’ve never met a witch in person before either so seems we’re both in the same boat” I chuckle “Well either way I want to make it up to you. After Elder Wynn’s ceremony tomorrow all the seniors are throwing a massive bonfire party on the outskirts of town and I am here to formally invite you” she says. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea….” I say. Ajax is practically prancing inside my head begging me to accept her invitation so we could spend more time with her.

Azareel reunites with the chimera animal again in his dream. "O young man, please accept my blessings," said the animal with the head of the goat, after he had finished speaking, a white light filled his vision. Azareel can feel the purest power of that light. It was not like Darrel's light, but it was holier and purer than any power Azareel had ever felt. Just the pressure alone makes the heart feel refreshed, the feeling of physical and mental fatigue relieved thanks to the light. This is the blessing bestowed by the Chimera.