Witchy Altar Novels & Stories

She turned to them. “ This ritual consumes a lot of energy. I need to channel someone strong. Someone that matched his strength and possesed the same traits” she said to them. “Let me do it. He is my son and i was once an alpha” said Christopher as he stepped forward. Marissa nodded her head. She drew a circle and put four candles around it then she asked Christopher to lie down inside. She closed her eyes and started chanting. The spell required a full moon to work but it was a half moon that day.

He raised his head from the ground and nodded. “What do you want with the altar?” asked Sonny. He had moved over towards Laney, who gave him such an intense scowl, he moved back again. “It’s supposed to explain the Queen’s power. If I can stop her magic, we can get rid of her and her crack troops of boy band wannabes.” I examined the altar. It was made of stone and was also inlaid with brass. It was built like a box with the top like a lid. I tried shifting it, but it didn’t budge.

But I shook it all away and continued to walk toward him. I heard a choir singing beside us as I walked closer to his side. The song is unfamiliar. More like about the divinity given by their deity. The Moon Goddess. When I reached the end of the aisle, I observed the place. The altar resembled a typical altar made by humans. The werewolves seemed to replace the symbols and sculptures with Moon Goddess's figures. It is a combination of white gold and clay. There were pots with neon-looking liquids and pots that had gold and silver coins in them.

Eyes, so like his father’s flashed wildly, seeking someone who was no longer near. Gracie. Her screams were still faintly echoing from the cell beneath us. She’d begged. Pleaded. Threatened. But I had locked the door myself, double-bolted it, warded it with a spell only I could undo. “Bring him,” I ordered coldly, nodding toward the center of the chamber. A circle had already been drawn, salt and coal dust, traced with strands of silver and wolfbane, surrounding a carved obsidian altar. At each of the five points, a candle burned blue, casting a ghostly hue that made the shadows dance like spirits on the walls.

Down in the foundations in the dungeons where Thorne was held something was coming to life. "The Altar " I said, my breath catching. "It is not finished yet." We ran through the hallways the palace guards trying to keep up with us. When we got to the levels the air was icy cold the walls covered in a thin layer of black ice. We burst into the chamber. The altar was glowing,. It was not the lilac light I had left behind. It was a black color that looked like oil.. Standing in the center of the room surrounded by four people in hoods was a woman.

, she replied calmly, as the scratching continued. "Just tell me what I have to do to finally be rid of you!", he hissed, coming to stand in front of her. He sees that she is scratching symbols on the altar using a small dagger with a carved, jewel-encrusted handle and maliciously curved blade. She seems intent on the task, her eyes never leaving the blade as it moves across the altar's surface. "Yuh smell lakka death (You smell like death)", she remarks, after some time. Sébastien grunts in response as he moves to her other side and sits beside her on the altar, "Papa Amari sends his regards"

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension. Lucifer, Damon, and Arnette entered the dimly lit space, where the witch awaited them by a large cauldron. She was a frail-looking woman, but her eyes held a depth of knowledge and power that commanded respect. As they approached, she motioned for them to sit on the worn chairs positioned around a small table. "You’ve come," she said, her voice soft but laced with urgency. "I’m glad you did. I’ve been reaching out to the spirits, seeking answers about the Old Alpha. What I’ve found… is troubling."

His presence seemed to weaken the dark magic, giving the warriors the strength they needed to push back the onslaught. As the battle raged, Marietta saw an opportunity. "We need to focus on the altar," she shouted to her allies. "If we destroy it, we can weaken the dark figure." Harley and Seraphina nodded, understanding the urgency. They fought their way through the horde, reaching the altar and beginning to chant the ancient spell Fenrir had taught them. The runes on the altar glowed brighter, reacting violently to their magic. The dark figure screamed in rage, directing all its power toward them. The ground shook, and the air was filled with crackling energy. But Marinetta, Harley, and Se