Basil Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

Thomas Reed has proven otherwise simply by continuing to exist in proximity to her. I set water to boil. Witchcraft, when practiced correctly, looks like housework. It is preparation. It is knowing which tools must be visible and which must remain implied. I grind chamomile and angelica together, slow enough to keep my hands steady, fast enough to signal intent. The kettle sings. It does not stop when it should. Ah. There you are. “Eliza,” I say gently, as she rises for the third time and sits again without realizing she has done so. “Come here.”

“Regardless, with all this information, I think I’m able to considerably narrow our search for Daryl’s lair!” declared Walter joyously. “…What do you mean, Uncle Zeman?” asked Gerald with a slightly raised brow. “Well, you see, the witches had a special method of learning witchcraft. It’s quite different from cultivation, mind you. After all, when we cultivate, we rely on the holy spirit to align the meridians in our bodies and condense our essential qi. Witches, on the other hand, mainly rely on external things to practice their witchcraft, such as insects, herbs, and even human blood!”

She asked. "From your perspective I guess," he was amused by her naivety. "The gods and goddesses often contract servants for specific causes. But normally the servants are more attentive as to the name of whom they serve." "I was young and stupid," Tabitha admitted. "Angry and vengeful. I had some stupid ritual I created by cobbling together things from an old book I found in a second-hand bookstore, and some things from the internet. I performed the ritual, took some drugs, and passed out. While unconscious I had what I first thought was a hallucinogenic dream where someone who called herself a handmaid told me that I needed to recruit other witches, and in return, I would be given power t

Hatred for having delayed the opportunity to become even more powerful, she takes out a bronze basin and summons a demon to her presence through a portal. The horrible being enters the basement and approaches the alpha, ready to receive orders, but the witch pulls out the ceremonial knife, which she had ready to kill Gary, and with great speed, she strikes the demon's neck, almost separating its head from its body. The demon, with black eyes wide open, falls. She places the basin under the cut, and lets the black blood of the creature from hell fill the basin. Then, she places the basin on her altar and evokes her god, the king of hell, Lucifer.

After all, what could she want from me, especially when I had nothing to offer? — Wizards and Archmages are the only ones who can still use enchantments and divine prayers, although many prefer dark magic. Lastly, the Wiccans. You're quite unique, Olivia. Wiccans can't create magic or use spells. Instead, you use the energy around you or stored in something. The four common types are fire, water, air, and earth. But you're not common. The kind of energy you use is cursed. — Do I cast curses on people?

Keeping her as a mate would only weaken him more, it was better to reject her now. They got to the ritual ground. The Luna and Alpha were present and then the pack witch. She was chanting in front of a representation of the moon goddess which was a white tree. Many believed that the spirit of the moon goddess had descended on the tree turning it white. Beside the witch were tree cups. Abruptly, she stopped chanting and looked at the Alpha princes. “Stand in front of the cups,” she said. Gabriel and Nathaniel rushed to the cups, while Caleb was reluctant.

He smiled, remarking how that day had replayed in his mind continuously for the past six years. As the witches commenced their chant in an unfamiliar tongue, a sudden wind began to displace items from the table, sending papers into a flurry. The candles, once lit, flickered to black. Krystal urged everyone to retreat, explaining that black candles signify malevolence and expressing her doubts about the ritual. Her mother reassured her, insisting that this needed to transpire for life to progress positively.

Vlora whispered in scorn. "For that, we have to cast a spell..." Leticia informed. "Do whatever you want to do...Leticia. Just make sure she and the babe are okay." Five minutes later, the four witches made a circle around Pidge and stood in each corner, with their hands joined...they chanted. Suddenly the harsh wind blew inside the basement. Pidge was getting uncomfortable. "What is happening?" she asked in a panic. "Don't worry, my dear. Just keep on laying..." Vlora shouted back.

So I went ahead to type ‘theban alphabet’ in the search bar. ‘The Theban alphabet, also known as the witches' alphabet, is a writing system, specifically a substitution cipher of the Latin script, that was used by early modern occultists and is popular in the Wicca movement.’ Okay, that much I knew about. What I wanted to know was, what connection does a witch have with werewolves? After thinking for a while, I typed in ‘types of witches’ in the search bar. A bunch of articles came up but it wasn't giving me what I really wanted.