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The Lucky Cats
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    Parts 14
  • WpHistory
    Time 1h 54m
Ongoing, First published Nov 09
Mature
2 new parts
Katie and Valarie just wanted to run their cozy witch business in peace. Read some tarot cards, banish a few spirits, and maybe flirt with a cute customer or two.

Then they met him.

Steve, the drummer with that stupidly perfect smile and an aura Katie can't read no matter how hard she tries.
Now the magic around them is warping, old allies from Veilfire are getting involved, and Katie's falling for a guy whose secrets might burn her alive.

Magic. Love. Lies.

And one choice that changes everything.
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Veils and Prophecy: The Seal That Binds

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Before the Veil There are realms layered atop the world of humans-hidden not by distance, but by the thinnest breath between heartbeat and shadow. The witches call it The Between. The fae's name it The Undone Thread. Others speak only in hushed riddles and dream-echoes, of a place where time folds, where the dead whisper, and where magic sleeps with one eye open. No mortal crosses the veil by chance. Or so the old songs say. But what if someone did? What if a mortal slipped through, unknowing, unprepared,...believing it was an accident, when in truth it was a summon? Not a summoning by will or spell or reason... But something older. A summoning born of yearning-two hearts aching across distance and destiny, one calling and the other answering. They say a prophecy begins with words. But sometimes, it begins with silence. With the quiet breath before a name is spoken. With a pull in the chest that feels like longing and fate braided together. So when the veil opened, it did not roar. It sighed. And through that sigh, something ancient stirred. A forgotten seal trembled. And the world-both the one of men and the one beyond-shifted. Not because fate demanded it. But because love did. And when one heart calls and the other answers. A binding seal will lock in place until the fate's complete.