histórias de Vodou

"It's a full moon tonight."

*IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING* Chloe Walters is just a freshman attending a university in a small town in upstate New York. There is nothing much to Cedar Crest until a string of murders begin haunting its townies. While everyone believes they're being targeted by a psychopathic serial killer, Chloe discovers the killer is something much worse. Having gotten caught up in tracking them, she finds herself obsessed with trying to figure out how the new man in town, Eric Adams is connected to what turns out to be a supernatural case.

Rebecca and her friends have fun at a party taking a DNA test to discover their origins. The unexpected results lead Rebecca into a series of events that shatter her certainties. The landmarks of her already mapped-out life begin to waver. Some truths should remain in the shadows...

A story that give insight into the life of the many witches and supremes of the coven. Cordelia a recent supreme just into her power is faced with many challenges that is thrown at her by many forces and people that not only challenge her but also her coven. Do you wish to continue further and read all that lies before you ?

An eighteen year old named Jim wakes up in the middle of nowhere to discover his heart isn't beating, he doesn't need to breathe and his leg is broken but he isn't feeling pain. He tries to remember the series of events that led him to his predicament. Along the way he meets a good witch who will help him learn the truth of the situation and why he has the taste of blood in mouth whether he wants to know or not.

"Confess to me your sins."

In a quiet unnamed village of Limpopo South-Africa, nestled under the vast African sky, a legacy of ancient spirits lingered in the shadows, tracing their roots back to the heart of West Africa and the mysticism of Voodoo. The villagers whispered of Lwa, the powerful Loa who, some believed, drew strength from the echoes of deities and mythical beasts. Voodoo, once bound to the history of West Africa and the Haitian people, now threaded its way across the vast expanse of the motherland. In the heart of this small modern village, a sinister force slept beneath the earth, awaiting its moment to rise. Azragor, a malevolent Loa, manifested with the legs and head of a goat, four arms, and four eyes. At times, this wicked spirit would don the guise of a harmless fairy, a sly charade to toy with those unfortunate enough to cross its path. Yet, beneath the beguiling exterior lurked a malevolence rooted in a distant past, an evil so profound that it led to Azragor's confinement. In the present day, the urn that held Azragor captive was safeguarded and revered by the village shaman. Abdul Abdhala, a wise and weathered guardian of ancient secrets, had spent years preparing his son, Abdu Abdhala, to inherit the mantle of the village shaman. The ritualized practices, the chants, and the sacred dances-all were passed down through generations. However, Abdu, the reluctant heir, saw the world through different eyes. To Abdul and his wife N'fesi's dismay, their son viewed the rituals as foolish traditions, dismissing the tales of ancient spirits as mere superstitions. The clash between tradition and the skepticism of the modern age set the stage for a perilous journey that would challenge the very fabric of the village's existence. Little did they know that the darkness once sealed away was stirring, and the destiny of the village hung in the balance.

"Follow me down the rabbit hole."