Witchy Altar Novels & Stories

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

It hits her, and she falls hard and fast. “Zeus, catch her.” Zeus shifts and flies over to her, but she stops herself. “Open the portal; I’ll bring her with me.” She instructs. Zeus descends and shifts. She waves her hand, and the portal opens. Rivk, who must have been hiding, rushes through, and so does the witch. “Should I catch them?” Elliot asks. “No, leave them.” He nods and dashes through the portal. “What about that wolf?” Zeus asks, looking at Eric.

Plates of tea and small snacks were placed on the center table, but nobody touched them. I sat quietly beside Clara, my hands folded in my lap. Ethan sat across from me, looking neat, calm, and distant all at once. Every time our eyes met, he gave me a small, careful smile. I didn’t know how to smile back. Helen cleared her throat. “We have agreed that the wedding should be simple but respectable.” My mother nodded. “Yes. Nothing extravagant. A small church ceremony, close family only.” One of the older women spoke. “What about the bride price?”

Ethan roared, his monstrous, giant Lycan form a blur of pure destruction as he charged and tore three phantoms with his claws to shreds mid-air. We breached the high ridge, stepping onto the massive, wind-swept plateau of the ancient obsidian altar. The blizzard violently swirled around us, but my breath caught completely in my throat as the smoke cleared, revealing the architects of our ruin. Standing at the edge of the altar was my treacherous sister, Sienna, her eyes wide with a manic, villainous glee. Beside her stood Alpha Richard, his dark armor heavy, his hands resting on his hips as he sneered at our advancing army. But standing directly between them was a terrifying, cloaked silhoue

I turned around, ignoring Liam, whose expression had shifted slightly. Instead, I raised my hand and snapped my fingers toward the control booth at the back of the banquet hall. "Put the feed up on the big screen." The screen flickered. Our giant wedding portrait vanished. In its place was a crystal-clear phone livestream interface, the comments scrolling wildly. The title of the stream was clearly visible: [Emma's Wedding Countdown!] In the top right corner, the live viewer count was climbing at a terrifying speed. It had already surpassed one hundred and fifty thousand people.

My lips emitted a deadly sweet fragrance, and I knew it was the awakening of the Heart-Eroding Honey power within me. "Is that so?" I whispered close to his ear, each word dripping with honey, sticky and alluring. "Do you want more?" He had completely lost the ability to think, leaving only instinctive desires. He mumbled incoherently in his throat as he nodded frantically. I held his hand and led him to the buzzing beehive in the backyard like a priest guiding a sacrifice towards the altar. My mother was already waiting there, holding several glimmering silver needles that I had never seen before. Seeing Nicholas so entranced, she gave me an approving smile.

she muttered quietly, though her gut was telling her something was very wrong. --- Soon, the official ceremony began. The heavy crowd shifted from the grand hall out into the open air, gathering around the pack's sacred ritual grounds. The afternoon sun beat down on the beautifully decorated altar, where Alpha Damir was already standing at the front, looking powerful and entirely unreadable. The temple witch had just arrived, standing silently off to the side with her ceremonial tools.

Lucy added. “Thank you, Mama, Lucy,” Althea said, and my hand on her arm rubbed her skin gently. “And I have to tell you one more thing.” I could hear her heartbeat thudding loudly, and I was sure the others heard it, too, as their expressions showed the same thing. They were worried about what more Althea could say. “Witches don’t have mates. But my daughter is half-wolf, and I think… For some reason, our child is mated to Alastor.”

Gina gasped, I gritted my teeth, and Dexter took a deep breath. “What the fuck does that mean?” I knew what it meant but I wanted her to say it with her mouth. “He is going to use Tiffany as a sacrifice. His wife would be brought back to life, Tiffany would die and Lucifer would come down to earth. A life for a life.” Her voice came out as a whisper. I growled and punched the walls hard, making the plaster crack and crumbled. “Where the hell is he?” I brawl, I swear I wanted to rip her head off this instant but she was our only way to get to Alfie faster.

she wished Demetrius was around, he always backed her up and in return, she did unspeakable and unimaginable things for him. “Then there would be no spiritual bathing. I thought powerful sorcerers were able to find alternatives to everything.'' He knew her too well and also how to get her to change her mind. Her ego was gigantic all he had to do was rub on it and she would yield. The other Council members supported their Alpha, and when it dawned on her that she wouldn't be getting any support from anyone she spoke again. “The blood of a one-year-old lamb without defects can be used too.”