Fantasy
Whispers of the Mórrígan
On eel’s slither and cow’s teat, In the howl of the wolf, In crow’s caw we meet. On this liminal night, In your cave of darkness,
E.K. DanielsPublished 6 months ago in FictionCinnamon, Cloves and Cider
Our coven Brew starts with a Shrew. Cinnamon cinders. Circinate cloves. Cold cider. The coven cried out the three C potion: Cinnamon, cloves and cider.
Whispers of the Coven: Unveiling the Secrets of the Black Witches
"Serpentum Sylvestris Noctis," The words whispered through the moonlit grove, their echoes fading into the ancient trees. The incantation stirred the air, like a serpent uncoiling from its slumber, and beckoned forth a coven of witches shrouded in darkness. Gathered in a hidden corner of the dense forest, they met beneath the twisted boughs of gnarled oaks, where shadows danced in the moon's pale glow.
Lylonie BennettPublished 6 months ago in Fiction- Top Story - November 2023
A Reliable Narrator
“Oh maiden, mother and crone, We call upon ye to open doors unknown. ‘Neath light of moon, under guise of bone, Let our skins shape to fur and feather
Kate KastelbergPublished 6 months ago in Fiction Sun Killer
“Elements of the earth, elements of the sky, please bring us your protective eye. Powers of feather and scale, I summon you. I call upon you to protect me. So it may be.”
Amanda StarksPublished 6 months ago in FictionI Wish
We wish, we wish, to bestow our gift. We wish, we wish, to dispel your death. We wish, we wish, to guard your soul. We wish, we wish, to keep you whole.
Rebecca RahmePublished 6 months ago in FictionHer song of the Salish Sea
“We, the Thirteen Sisters of the Salish Sea… Summon and call upon thee… From the depths of the ocean floor, To the tallest harvest moon,
Caitlin MandervillePublished 6 months ago in FictionGood Witch, Bad Witch
“làn-ghealach glan mi, guidhidh. . . ”- I stopped my whispering, reaching in the back of my mind for a translation. I could never finish my spells properly. Though in this case, I don’t think Gaelic even had a phrase for ‘french kiss from a demon’.
Jade AimersPublished 6 months ago in FictionZabatha's Fury
Genius 6:9 Zabatha desperately desired children but she did not wish to share them with another God or Goddess. She wanted her offspring to be hers alone; possessions that no other could lay claim to. What Zabatha did not account for was that her children might some day turn away from her and reject the conditional gift of life she gave to them. The children conspired to banish Zabatha from their world and ultimately, they succeeded. Some say that if you look up at the sky on a clear night, you can see the purple star that Zabatha’s children trapped her in. They say she is always watching, searching for a way to return to her world and punish her children for their insubordination.
Carla WormingtonPublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Iridescent Feathers
"Grant us the beauty of your soul, the piece of you that's light and shining." It always sounded impressive, echoing off the mountains. The coven lowered their hands to the heart center and quickly pushed their arms back up, releasing energy that came together to create a ball of light. It swirled outside the circle of witches and continued spiraling up high enough to blend into the brightness of the sky.
Carrie PrincipePublished 6 months ago in Fiction- Runner-Up in the Under a Spell Challenge
The Vessel
"Body stolen, body repaired. One provided, one ensnared. A master you serve for a sum, for a life once more beneath the sun.
Gabrielle R CharlesPublished 6 months ago in Fiction Potent potions
Tres megistos magnus Hermes Coram coram bamudores Nos laudamus formam formans Bamudamus Damudores Finishing the incantation, Sylvia reached for the paper she had written on, onion skin as prescribed, added a lock of her auburn hair that she had carefully cut, folded it into the paper and placed it in the beaker with the solution of tobasco sauce and lemon, also as instructed. Oddly, a small pink eraser flopped onto the counter. This woke up her Siamese cat, which immediately knocked it onto the floor.
Paul MerkleyPublished 6 months ago in Fiction