Witches Wanted
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Nicole, Samantha and Kelly huddled around the mail order cauldron. “Do you really think this will work?” Kelly whispered.
The three women where gathered in Samantha’s tiny one bedroom apartment. Each had a goal in mind, something they felt that they could not accomplish by normal means.
Kelly at 21 was the youngest and had never before been involved with the occult. She was a pretty long blond with a round innocent face. She had a very strict Christian upbringing and she knew her parents would never approve. Out of the three, she was the one who felt guilty about what they where doing.
Samantha was only 6 months older and was a fem-trad witch, which meant that all the women in her family had practiced the craft, as far back as anyone knew. She had brown hair in a chic pixie cut and styled herself after Audrey Hepburn, simple, elegant and classic. Although she often wore dark colors and other neutrals, she really didn’t resemble anybody’s idea of a stereotypical witch. Very people even knew. Although Samantha was never exactly secretive about it, she didn’t exactly flaunt it either.
Nicole had always felt different as though a special power where surging through her. She was tall and curvy with red hair that had many times been described as bewitching. She was beautiful and sexy, but lonely. Because of her height and her beauty, women often snubbed her and men assumed she was unapproachable. When she was aggressive she scared them off. It was a no win situation for her leaving her feeling heartbroken and lonely. She had been a solitary for most of her 29 years until she found Samantha and Kelly and the decided to try to start a coven of their own.
“You don’t have to whisper silly,” Samantha said to Kelly. “Of course it will work. We’ve got all the right ingredients, we’ve got the spell, and we’ve got the power. Now are you ready?”
Kelly nodded. Nicole nodded. And just for good measure, Samantha nodded too. The three girls joined hand and began to dance around the cauldron chanting in unison.
“Powers of the Earth and Air, Come to us who call you near. Powers of the Sea and Fire, Grant us now our great desire.”
Samantha alone spoke the next words, “All I want and all I need, wealth and riches come to me. I desire prosperity!”
Kelly spoke next, her voice shaking, “The help I seek, I know I’ll find. For I ask to strengthen my mind. Let the spell begin today, and all my grades shall be straight A’s”
Now it was Nicole’s turn and her voice was strong and clear. “For the good of all and without harm, let no man resist my charms. Love and Lust are what I desire, by earth and air, water, fire!”
Together again the girls chanted, three more times:
“Powers of the Earth and Air, Come to us who call you near. Powers of the Sea and Fire, Grant us now our great desire.”
The closed by saying, “So mote it be!” Then Kelly took a ritual blade and dipped it into a crystal chalice filled with red wine. The girls all drank some of the wine and the little moon cakes that Kelly had also brought.
The spell was done and the girls sat chatting merrily. “I thought you weren’t supposed to cast a love spell, free will and all. I heard it could lead to rape or crazy stalkers or worse!”
“Oh that’s silly,” Nicole replied. “The god and the goddess would never confuse love for rape! What crazy rumors circulate on the internet!”
“I agree whole-heartedly,” Samantha concurred. “There’s a lot of garbage out there, people just looking to make a buck, people making up silly rules so they don’t get sued or because they know that a lot of people just aren’t careful enough with the power and who don’t understand personal responsibility.”
Nicole had more to say. “Exactly, only we can bear the responsibility for our actions. That’s what it’s all about.”
“But do you really think it worked?” Kelly said again.
“Of course it did,” Nicole assured her. “Here, I’ll show you, hand me the phone.”
Samantha was sitting by the phone and she handed it to Nicole. She dialed and waited a few minutes before ordering a deep dish pizza with everything on it. “And could you send that new delivery guy, Rob?”
The other two girls giggled as Nicole ended the call. “What?”
“I can’t believe you asked for a specific delivery guy! What did they say?”
“They said no problem, now all we have to do is wait.”
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Look through there are find a solution. “Do you think my mother had a second book?” Well, considering that I’ve never seen a second and this one isn’t even filled up yet? “Good point.” Yeah, I know. “Sheesh,” the witch says, shaking her head. “I think I liked you better these last few days.” I think I did too since I wasn’t trapped inside you again. “Hey, there’s a bright side...” I’m waiting... “You’re in my body.” Same thing as the last time. “I mean, we don’t look like a...
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SupernaturalPenelope stretches with a yawn. She slept more comfortably than she imagined she would on rocks. She doesn’t immediately open her eyes as the sleep still lingers, clutching at the far reaches of her mind in an attempt to keep here there in darkness rather than allow her to awaken to light. But something is different. It’s not wrong, yet not exactly right either. Faintly she can hear the waves crashing... Shouldn’t those waves be lapping, not crashing? Finally the witch opens her eyes. She...
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The witch, on unsteady legs, walks into the inner chamber of the temple. Where the floor and walls were stone, the portal gives way to a sandy beach and open air. It is like being on the beach once more, but there is no little shack with a single bed here. In fact, even the doorway she stepped through is gone. On one side is a beach stretching for eternity on the other a wall of tree so dense that the witch doesn’t even think a fly could get through. The only parting in the dense collection...
Have you noticed something about this place? “Yeah, it’s hot and full of trees,” the witch answers. No, I mean we’ve been walking around forever and the sun hasn’t moved. Penelope looks up, and the cat is right, the sun hasn’t moved. “Maybe it hasn’t been hours and it just feels like that. I was thinking about just how big this island is, because with all the walking we should be on the other side by now.” You know, the Northern Continent hasn’t been fully explored. Maybe this is...
“This is where I leave you, miss,” Remfrey says with a bow from the bottom of the large stone steps. “I must give you a warning. The door to inner chamber will only open once the doorman’s name has been called.” “That doesn’t sound like a warning,” the witch says, frowning at the knight. “That sounds like advice.” “The warning is for you to expect the unexpected,” he says, his eyes dropping to the ground. “I cannot say more than that as I am bound by the laws of this island. I can say that...
All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between...
Penelope managed to hold down the tavern without, to Hazel’s delight, having any of the patrons’ cocks in her—any hole. When Merily returned, she notified the witch that a ship has been secured and that the terms for travel could be completed upon her arrival. Penelope already knew what it meant, and of course, Hazel had a problem with it. Though she didn’t raise much of a fuss, knowing that without money in their pockets, they didn’t have much in the way of bargaining. At the very least,...
Penelope woke up with Gudnwet gone. The demon hunter obviously slipped out sometime in the night to avoid any uncomfortableness with their parting. There is a bit of sadness that she feels, especially that she is alone. She bathed one last time, then dressed and headed out to buy a little bit of food with the little bit on money Gudnwet left her for that purpose. With a few supplies and a direction, the witch left the town and headed for the gate. With the simplicity of the road going...
Staring at the floor, Penelope suddenly realizes that she is not on the steps of the tower, but rather on the floor inside it. How she got here, she has no idea, but it saves her the trouble of having to find her find in. She looks up to see the familiar face of Arseus. At his feet sits Hazel and a women that she can only assume is her mother. She doesn’t say a word, inside fixating her eyes on the demon. “I am glad that you have come,” the demon says; his voice gravelly. “And I have seen...
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