Saturday Story 2025 #10 (A Sign of Evil – Part 25)
Part twenty-five of this supernatural/witchcraft/mind control story is now available on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Lila Walters, a good witch, finds herself entangled in a fight for the minds and souls of those she loves the most.
In today’s installment, Tabitha tries to control Lila with the sign of evil, but the young witch won’t go down without a fight.
NOTE: The next part will be the last one. Please enjoy.
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An excerpt is available below:
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“I’m in,” Lila said through a hidden psychic link as she materialized in Tabitha’s hideout. “Wait for my signal so we can end this once and for all.”
“We’ll be ready,” her mother’s distant voice cracked back along the link. “Be careful, dear.”
Lila glanced around, taking in the sight of Tabitha’s fortress. It loomed like a jagged wound in the earth, its stone walls pulsing with dark runes that seemed to shift and writhe as if they were alive. The air vibrated with latent power and malevolence, whispering threats into her ears.
The Inquisitors marched her through winding corridors filled with enslaved souls, humans and supernatural creatures alike, each one bound in chains of shadow. And the dark magic of the sign of evil. They passed by in silence, their eyes glazed with despair as they moved about their assigned tasks in honor of their Goddess.
After what felt like an eternity, they reached the heart of Tabitha’s lair. The vast chamber was draped in red velvet and black silk, the opulence of it suffocating. Lila’s eyes were immediately drawn to a figure seated on a high throne — Tabitha.
The evil witch lounged without worries, her fingers twirling strands of Penelope’s hair. Lila’s heart clenched as she saw her friend kneeling at Tabitha’s feet, eyes wide and worshipful, like a desperate dog begging for attention.
“Penelope!” Lila gasped.
Her friend’s head snapped up, brown eyes meeting Lila’s with no hint of recognition. It was like staring into a mirror and seeing only emptiness reflected. Something inside Lila broke at the sight.
“Lovely, isn’t she?” Tabitha purred, running her fingers along Penelope’s cheek. “So submissive now that she’s been trained.”
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