Basil Witchcraft Novels & Stories

I needed another witch with me. At the start of the second term I called talia, At first she was not that happy of the idea of me performing blood spells, convincing my friend of the necessity of the situation was a hard task, but she helped me and got me strong, Talia was the second witch I know, her me and Jess were the main witches of the coven, but in our different ways. Talia was the master of herbology, Jess in telepathy, and I specialized in dark arts, nothing too much but I was more interested in the blood magic, being a hybrid myself, I wanted to know how this would work.

“The Witch Curse is not a curse belonging to this universe. I studied it for a long time, but I couldn’t study it thoroughly. However, it is certain that this is a curse left by a great ancient witch. I can only help dissolve half of it now. As for the other half, you have to rely on yourself.” “What do I need to do?” “Witchcraft is a cultivation system in antiquity that focuses on the cultivation of one’s body, flesh, and blood. The Witch Curse also starts from this aspect. If you want to get rid of her Puppet-drawing Spell, your flesh and blood have to be strong enough, and your will has to be firm enough to resist it with blood energy and sever her will.” The next second, the Mystic Maide

She made Richard put them all inside a burlap potato sack she found, along with the crumbling Bible, which she refrained from touching. When she noticed his raised eyebrows, she told him firmly, “These enchantments are as old as your Bible itself, Ricard Franklin, when the Witch of Endor used them to summon up a dead prophet from the conjuring pits—Old Testament again, eh? Older, even, before Persia and Greece and ancient Rome these practices come. Hmm? “Everything around us is alive, all powerful. Everything radiates with some kind of energy, and a true witch can harness that force and utilize it to her own end.” Her eyes narrowed at him. “This is warfare, remember it.”

Circe's cottage was a testament to her wisdom and years of practice. The interior was filled with an assortment of herbs hanging from the ceiling, shelves lined with old tomes, crystals, and various magical artifacts. A large wooden table in the center of the room was cluttered with vials, candles, and scrolls. The air was thick with the scent of sage and lavender, creating a calming atmosphere. Circe motioned for Zyra to sit at the table. She took a seat opposite Zyra, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of excitement and seriousness. "Before we begin, Zyra, there are a few things you need to understand about witchcraft," she started.

Vasilio knew that there was no other way than what he had said earlier. The Yeva Ritual is one of the rituals using forbidden magic that was used by Witchers in ancient times to cure deadly diseases, and even revive souls that had died. The ritual uses dark magic, even blacker than Witchers often learn in the modern era. Vasilio had studied it when he first established himself with his strong ambition of ruling the earth and sky at that time. However, he never uses it even though his strength is quite capable.

Emily sighed in relief, she had expected him to be skeptical and laugh about it but he didn't. Her case was one of the rarest cases of witchcraft. Though witches had the ability to manipulate and control energy, power, nature, etc they had to draw that ability from somewhere. Most witches drew it from one of the four elements; Water, Air, Fire, and Earth. Some from nature which was partly Earth. Then black magic used sacrifices and blood to generate power. Wizards were said to be connected with the 5th element which was the Spirit and Sorcerers which were the highest witches could draw energy from all of them.

All her life Ágata read books about witchcraft, so that one day she could resurrect her husband, little did she imagine that he had exchanged her for a soul. Angry Ágata looked at Herim: “ And I'm trying to do everything I can to give you life! You traded me for a soul! Zeuck:” How would you think to do that?! Támara: “ Taking the blood of a young man for the Herim to drink! Núria: “ You are so foolish Ágata! Dereck furious: “ Very well Ágata, which of us would you sacrifice? Ágata took two steps back and was confused.

Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall. Six large men were summoned by the call. Mathis nodded toward Udora. Linking his hands behind his back as though he were hapless man, and not the one commanding whatever horrible fate he was condemning her to. “No. No! Me! I’m the witch!” I shouted as I clawed at his sleeve. Shouting loud enough I could get everyone’s attention. Mathis looked at the Mayor. “Don’t listen to it. It’s that one's witchery.” He nodded toward Udora meaningfully. "I’ll correct her."

“As I said, werewolves, in general, don’t have the power, but you’re not a usual werewolf… and neither was your mother.” If she had to guess, the spirit who had leaned into the room had been Crystal or one of her descendants. It was likely that there was a werewolf mage in Basil’s mother’s lines or even in his father’s considering the blessings that were wrapped around Adolph. “Laying certain kinds of curses takes more energy than others,” she eyed him. “Do you remember what I said… the first time I healed you?” Basil grimaced, “You scared me.”

He understood how trusting I was being at the moment but apparently this was a ritual that dated back centuries between the lycan and witchcraft communities, as part of their longstanding truce. “They are gorgeous Aida, and you looks so well.” “Thank you Fern.” I politely reply, playing my part as the King’s mate well. “What’s in the bowl?” I quirk my eyebrow as I look into a wooden bowl in her hands. “A mixture of lavender, dill, oregano and parsley to ward off evil spirits and provide protection against witchcraft. Shall we begin?” She turns to smile at our guests as she starts to lay sticks out on the ground into the shape of a pentagram.