Witchy Altar Novels & Stories

I said not looking at him. It's easy to come up with a plan but I needed to figure out a way around that shield. Not even my sister could place one of those up. I had most of the dark witches searching high and low for answers, the faster we get the answers the faster we will be successful. In a few months time the golden moon will rise, it is to carry the full power of the moon, when it is at its peak little Alley will be sacrificed, piercing her heart with the same dagger that I already had. It is said that the golden moon will turn blood red as all of her blood drains her body and with my blood attached to the dagger her power will transfer into me. The perk of her having such a strong ma

[Sylvester] Parris Abernathy is standing on the other side of the door, his cheezy grin wide, and next to him is Hawthorne Sparks, the witch who tried to take my mate from me all those months ago. Even though we’ve moved past that point, so far past it that I couldn’t imagine Apple giving this clever witch even a second glance, I can’t help but feel a touch of animosity when I look at him. “Um, Alpha,” the smaller man sucks in his own irritation, smiling as brightly as he can as he takes his mate’s hand. “Grandmother says it’s time. We need you and the other two grooms at the altar.”

Black blood poured out and sizzled as it dropped on the earth. Almost instantly, the wound healed up. The three figures started chanting a strange spell and blue smoke billowed out from the crystal. The smoke swirled and images could be seen on it. There was a girl with purple hair and silver eyes, and then it changed to another scene where a massive beast prowled around aggressively. It was a lycan. The scene changed again to another where a bright beam of light emanated from the purple haired girl. Her eyes were glowing brightly, and she was staring straight at the hooded figures.

At its center, encircled by ancient ruins, the stone bier lay surrounded by thirteen witches, their silver robes glistening with dew. As Ryker and Nova dismounted, the head witch stepped forward. Her eyes were blind and milky. “You have come to witness a miracle, Alpha.” Ryker narrowed his eyes. “What kind of miracle?” She gestured to the bier. “The return of blood. Of legacy.” There, beneath a sheer veil of glowing silk, a figure lay still. Slender. Familiar. Her chest rose and fell in slow, unnatural rhythm. The witches began to chant.

Celestine The towering stained-glass windows, depicting the Moon Goddess in all her divine cruelty, cast fragmented rays of light across the polished marble floor. “Do you, Alpha Killian Storm, take Celestine St. Vireaux as your wife?” The first time I felt Killian Storm, I was seventeen. The mate bond settled into my bones like a promise. A pull so deep, so unshakable, I thought the Moon Goddess herself had reached into my chest and tied me to him.

"Farewell, Female Alpha. I hope you save your mate soon." Odessa didn't think too much about being called a Female Alpha. She was the mate of an Alpha, so probably the dryad assumed she was of Alpha status. "Thank you, Corkis." And then they walked through. It felt like passing through liquid. The only difference was coming out dry and not wet. "Okay, now we find the spell." "I think we already did." Alaric pointed to an altar far off where an open book glowed a brilliant turquoise blue.

The guests were too mesmerized by my ring bearer to even notice what was going on on the altar. “Lola, what’s going on? I don’t understand.” “Of course, you don’t. When have you ever understood anything other than sticking your penis into holes?” And right there, by the altar, she took both rings from Kaleb and dumped them on my hand. The ring box had a paper under but that wasn’t my priority now. “Have a wonderful day with your family instead.” She said and took off. It was then that the guests noticed what was going on.

I experienced pure satisfaction as I visualized her crying from humiliation while everyone watched her. The loud phone buzz on my desk stopped me from continuing my dream state. The text from Jade my primary gossip contact outside the family arrived. "Are the rumors still working like you hoped? Has Ronan started asking more questions yet?" I typed back a quick reply with my fingers flying over the keys. "Phase two is on now. All research done and paternity test plan ready to go. Altar explosion coming soon." She sent a response that included thumbs up emojis together with fire symbols. She would provide assistance in case problems emerged at a later time.

"The whole territory is whispering. They're saying he left you to rot in the infirmary while he chased me across the continent." Silence. "What do you want?" Chloe’s voice is wary. "I want to give you a chance," I say, looking out over the city. "A chance to prove yourself and win back your Alpha's trust." "What kind of chance?" "Have you ever heard of a Power Amplification Altar?" "No... what's that?" "It's an ancient ritual," I lied smoothly. "It can unlock a wolf's true potential, amplifying their power tenfold. Imagine, Chloe. With that kind of strength, Jayden would have no choice but to see you. To desire you."

The moment the door clicked shut, something shattered. On the fireplace mantel, the Blood Amber stone began to tremble violently. It was the symbol of our fated bond, a sacred stone blessed by the Moon Goddess herself at our Luna Ceremony. As long as our bond was strong, it glowed with a warm, red light. But now, spiderweb cracks spread through it. The lingering scent of Isla on Ryker was an assault on our fated bond. CRACK. The amber stone shattered from within, its pieces scattering across the floor.