Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Hallow's: Witch's Brew

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Fantasy
Gastly Periwinkle had once been a witch. She held the force of the storm at her fingertips until it was taken from her by the very people she loved and protected. Wrongly accused and shunned, Gaz leaves her hometown Ghostgrove with no intention of ever looking back. Gaz has made a name for herself. Success had never been far from reach, but none of it ever mattered. No matter how hard she worked or loved, nothing ever filled the void that formed with the coven's decision to seal away her magic. Belladonna Blackstone has offered her the life she has lived without in exchange for her life's work. The world is caving in around her. Divorce, sickness, and solitude are all weighing over her. She's stuck in a mortal body she never should have had. Pain is an endurance that has stolen her optimism. She longs to be the girl she once was, but that means going home. Home to a family that didn't stand up for her when she needed it. Home to her magical counterpart who's never shown any interest in completing their bond. Home where everyone hates her. Fate has a way of taking us back to the very places that destroy us. I'm not the same teenage girl that left ten years ago. I may not wield the storm the way I used to, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't still live inside of me.
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A hand landed on my hip in a tight bruising grip and the other snaked up to grab my throat in a light hold. I was pulled flush against his body and into the rightest, most comforting embrace I had ever felt. "You were planning to leave before meeting me, little witch." My heart skipped a beat, that nickname... and suddenly I was back at the night of the blood moon over a month ago, I was grabbed, body trying to put up a right and pull away when one of them smacked me upside the head with what felt like a ceremonial dagger. "Tie her up. We don't need her getting away while we do our summoning." I was tossed not so gently onto the stone altar that I had brushed over when first walking into the church and onto the dais. "Dark Lord, hear my plea! Rise! Do my bidding and I will give you the freedom you desire. Dark Lord, hear you humble servant's cry! Let us meet and destroy this world together. Dark Lord, take this woman as my offering!" As the moon rose higher, changing in color and giving us it's true nature for the night, the fog bleed. The blood moon was my voice, and as my familiar had his opportunity, he dove toward each cultist, cutting off their words. The chanting died but my spell rose. "Dark Lord, take these cultists as my offering!" An eerie silence settled over us, not even a single breath heard in the satiated night as a singular man stepped through the double doors at the entrance into the sanctuary. There was this faint red glow to his skin, eyes like he had plucked them from a cat stared the entire room down. "Who dares summon me?" It worked... One minute I was finding my family's Grimoire laughing at the bullshit content and then the next thing I knew I'm running from my family and stumbling upon Cirque De Soulless, run by a demon who saved my life. He's cold, drop dead gorgeous, and someone I should stay away from, but he might have more information on why my life went upside down.

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