Basil Witchcraft Novels & Stories

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.

"A wolf pup's hair. The petal of a black rose. Sacred basil. Artemisia. And a drop of alpha blood. All prepared at midnight on the night of the full moon." "But," he stammered. "That's tonight!" "Then you better hurry, pup." ** Aaron I stood in the middle of the forest, Cronnos restless inside me. I had no idea what I was doing there or why I had been sent on this mission. All I knew was that Eleanor, the witch who had always been a thorn in my side, needed me to find the ingredients for her potion. A wolf pup's hair, the petal of a black rose, sacred basil, and artemisia. That's what she asked for. It all seemed like a

He looked at me for a moment and shook his head, “It is not important. What is important is that I believe Frank is creating his own clan and using your cottage for his base. How it managed to escape my notice is something I’m looking into. There are two possibilities.” “Which are?” I coaxed. “Certain herbs can be mixed together to remove scent. I saw a few of them in jars in the basement. Do you collect herbs?” he asked. I nodded my head. “I grow a few herbs for cooking and healing.” “Then, the herbal concoction is a possibility,” he said. “What’s the other?” I asked. “Witchcraft,” he stated flatly. “What? How? Why?” I blabbered.

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

The power of doctors with Mesopotamian magic was witnessed by Princess Rosemary herself and that's what got her captivated in learning the magic in ancient medicines too. She acknowledged that the Mesopotamian magic was benefitted with the witchcraft, this witchcraft was not evil in fact the trick of medicines and power of controlling the soul of the patient. Hence she wished for getting mastered in the witchcraft with so much of determination at only the early age of 10, none dared to disobey her either. The negligence of her father played a vital role for Princess Rosemary to grow up to be a lady of her own wishes now. Princess Rosemary's masters in Mesopotamian magic of medicines never mu

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

I said to him and he laughed again. “Of course he did. He’s running scared because I’m closing in on him, asking too many questions, I have his man in my basement,” Basil said. “Fuck Basil, is he involved somehow?” I asked him. “There’s a lot of people involved, vampires, dragons, wolves and humans,” he said to me. "How do you know?" “His man is quite cooperative,” Basil said as he looked at me. “We can trap Albert you know, he wants you dead, asked me to kill you,” I said to him.

As I stood before the three elders of the hidden witch base – Seraphina, High Enchantress and leader of our coven, along with Magnus, the wise and ancient seer, and Elara, the fierce and powerful elemental witch – a sense of anticipation and tension filled the air. The weight of our fate rested in their hands, and I could feel the gravity of their deliberations.

Not an easy spell. The Red Witch was one of the most powerful witch races inhabiting the northern region of Lusevell. Also are people capable of performing spells related to the human body and some dark magic. That's what makes anyone who bargains with them must be able to pay the high asking price. Despite having Cecil's loyalty, Victor rarely orders her to use her magic, especially to change things. "make sure the bruises heal before she wakes up" right now he was asking Cecil to do one of the most difficult spells of magic for an omega lying weak in bed.