Dominant Witches • Must Read

“They’re here, High Witch,” a novice whispered, her voice trembling not from cold, but from the sheer gravity of the woman before her.

The age of dominance had only just begun. Dominant Witches

She stood, turned her back on them, and ascended the spiral staircase toward her private sanctum. At the top, she paused. “They’re here, High Witch,” a novice whispered, her

“Negotiate?” She tasted the word like spoiled fruit. “You misunderstand, Mr. Graves. You are not here to negotiate. You are here to submit .” At the top, she paused

Seraphina knelt before Graves—not in supplication, but like a chess player examining a doomed king. “You came here thinking you had leverage. That we needed your permission, your treaties, your legitimacy . Darling.” She touched his chin with one cool finger. “We are witches. We were burning before you had grammar. We will be dancing on your graves before your grandchildren learn to lie.”

Tonight’s supplicants were a delegation from the United Nations. Climate collapse had outrun technology. Rising seas swallowed coastlines; the sun scorched the breadbaskets dry. The world’s last hope wasn’t a missile or a vaccine. It was a coven of women who could command the wind, seed the clouds, and stitch the torn fabric of weather itself.