Author: Alexandra
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BN Chapter 1: Cordially Invited…
Out past a sleepy metropolis, as dense urban construction began to give way to scattered buildings and agriculture, a long side road began. It twisted past the hills and nooks surrounding the city, taking any would-be visitor ever deeper into the creases of the landscape. Tucked away on a dirt path that faded away if…
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Pactbond
CW: Blood, misgendering
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Hate
CW: 2nd person, loss of identity, blood, distorted perspective
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Curiosity
“Mother, why aren’t there more witches?” “That’s a ridiculous question. There’s as many witches as there, because there are that many witches.” The Matriarch was stirring a pot of food, glancing over at Her book from time to time, as the witchling peered over. He reached for one of the not-yet-sliced vegetables, earning a thwack…
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Dying Faiths
“What are you doing here, child?” The voice echoed quietly through the ruined temple courtyard, emanating at once all around the young witchling and from nowhere at all. With it came a certain chill to the air, the cool fall breeze that might put one to sleep by a fire. “There’s no magicks left here…
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Doll Hunting
CW: (Probably) noncon, (probably) gaslighting, violence, stormy-seas-ahead-beware
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PSA
Hi! My name is Monica, I’m head of Public Relations for Trevor, Moore & Associates. This video is intended for newly graduated witches and associated magical entities. Advice therein is general advice and does not constitute an attorney-client relationship. It is important that as a witch in the 21st century, you abide by all applicable…
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Witchhunter Isaacs
Witchhunter Isaacs was having a bad day. At the tender age of 26, he was the youngest witchhunter ever to obtain the rank of Master of the Hunt, and be placed in charge of an entire wing of hunters. Unfortunately for Isaacs, this appointment was over the taxation and petty offenses wing. The years he…
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Death
For a witch, death was an ever-present but distant possibility. Since time immemorial, witches perfected means of saving their souls from the grip of the Celestial Choir, either by tether or pact or some novel technique lost to the ages. A common practice, and the first act of any witch with ambition, was to construct…
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Alteration
The two young witchlings stood alone in a secluded chamber of the manor’s basement, diligently drawing chalk lines and referencing the open books strewn about in the air around them. From time to time they would reach for a new color, or drip a wax seal on the focal points of the enchantment. The floor…