Basil Witchcraft Novels & Stories

With the mixing of humans and witches over decades, the power of witches reduced so much that most witches had to take several hours of intense meditation to succeed in lighting a single candle. Well, Evelyn Ithaca, my mother, was very different. She was strong enough to do many things most witches would only do in the best of their dreams. According to her, there wasn't any coherent reason she had such powers, she just had it. She had always been different, and for some funny reason, she believed I was so much stronger. It was because of my powers that I had always had fallen ill...my mother told me that it was my body's reaction to the pressure of my 'powerful' magic. Whether I had powerfu

Fiona asked. "Alpha Izaak was being injected with Napellus," she said. "It's a hallucination plant, and when infused with witchcraft it can cause endless pain to its victims. It's a miracle you can still be sober by morning." "Witchcraft?" Fiona and I asked in disbelief. "Yes," Elder Ellie replied. "So there are witches amongst them?" "Not anymore," Elder Ellie responded. "The witches have been banished a long time ago. When Alpha Izaak's father was just a young alpha."

I asked without turning, eyes fixed on my blurred reflection in the glass. Behind me, Paul rubbed his hands together with this greedy, twitchy excitement, like some hyena catching the scent of fresh blood. “All prepared, Miss Cecilia. The dark witch set up the altar in the basement. Once you finish your part, the ritual can continue. Thank you again for helping me. Silvermoon Pack will fully support you after this.” I let out a soft, amused breath. This idiot… he honestly thought I went through all this trouble just to help him—someone with tainted blood, barely worthy of being called an Alpha.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

It had large yellow eyes that glowed in the dark, and Zen wondered if he was immune to its petrification powers. “Ss-kek!” Basil hissed, and Zen tickled its head with a finger gently. Originally, Zen assumed basilisks were green. It was why he named his pet Basil. However, Basil was a rare golden snake. Zen had no idea basilisks came in this colour. However, it did not make him love his pet any less. Unlike Lime, Basil was able to stay in a summoned state continuously, with the only restriction that it could only be summoned from floors eleven to twenty.

"It was the gem of nobility in these lands. Parties were held nearly every week, and the Master was always happy." "Then what happened?" she asked. "Then she happened, that's what!" Basil spat angrily as he took a swig from another wine bottle, much to Emile's chagrin. "If she was never even part of this household--" "Brother, enough!" Emile said, finally done with the cleaning. "The Lady Dorothy did not do anything wrong!" "Ha, you're one to talk!" Basil said. "She's a witch, that's what she is! Drove the master to madness she did!"

“But if I leave, I take my coven with me, and we make up over half of the skilled witches in this room. Good luck finding Jessica Bascall without us.” “She’s speaking the truth,” Alice murmured. “Most of us are standalone practitioners, hedge, or cottage witches. We’re friendly amongst ourselves, but not part of a coven, and our skills are therefore limited. Tabitha’s coven are providing most of the power for our scrying.” “It’s because you haven’t dedicated yourself to a god or goddess, like we have,” said another woman from the ground. Aislen vaguely recognized her from a class she had taken with Cameron five years before.

Titus had informed me that his warrior had found the demon, a crawlies so low down the rank that questioning him turned out to be a waste of time. Though Titus did not become my best general for the lack of instincts, he knew the filthy demon was sent to spy on Basilea. The rigorous torture followed by questions about his master lead to the knowledge that Basilea was recognized for what she was. The heir to the royal succubus lineage and is the oldest one supposedly in existence. "And you want me there with you?" "My little demon, I am not leaving you here alone. I thought you'd enjoy the company of your fellow demons after months of not seeing them?"

The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual. The maidens lined up, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. The divine witch began her incantations, her voice rising and falling with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very ground they stood on. She moved slowly, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she passed by each maiden. Finally, she stopped in front of a young woman named Isabella. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The witch placed her hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and a bright light enveloped them both.

"Where is Rosa?" The witch's eyes rolled back, showing only whites. "The ritual... it's too late... she's already changing..." Colour drained out of Pierce face "What ritual?" But the witch was dead, his neck snapped before he could answer. He fell down immediately, the body of the witches rolled down at stopped at the door of the basement. Without hesitation, Pierce reached out for the basement, kicking the door till it opened. The basement was a cold strange room of candles, mystical symbols carved into the floor and walls, ancient symbols.