Basil Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“First, we need enough supplies to last us a few days in case things go south and we need to lay low for a while. We don’t need any guards, and we certainly don’t need cars. Then we need to follow the druid's secret path that leads deep into the heart of the basement. It’s coming back to me, I can lead us right to the heart of the basement, that is where the ritual would be done. I just need a few personal belongings from our apartment, then we can find our way into the basement without attracting attention to ourselves.” “And what about, Devon? How do we get her to come to the basement, how do we even send a message across to her, how will she know where to find us?” I inquired curiously. S

said Aza, then she took the book quickly, as if she had memorized which page she immediately opened and then read it again. "In written books, the two colors symbolize peace and conflict, peace is the month of the Hidden World and contradiction is the month of Lucifer. Lucifer draws the sun so that it does not shine on the Hidden World. The pull of the sun makes the Hidden Worlds lose half of their original strength, that's why Lucifer and the demon nation attacks the Hidden World beings while they become weak, " "Because at night when the Deva appears the power of the Hidden World beings is reduced by half, but the Deva has no effect on the demon nation."

" What do you mean no progress? Are you following the rituals like I taught you? She asks her voice so calm and low it comes out like a whisper. Bathsheba is the queen and ruler of the black witches, right now, they are endeavoring to bring a second generation black witch back to life. She is not dead but has been unconscious for more than a decade. “ Yes my queen, we sacrifice two virgins and a baby like you said” " And the white witch?" She asked “ What witch, my queen?” “ Lucia you never pay attention when I teach, I said two human virgins, a baby and a white witch. Go get a white witch and sacrifice her, by tomorrow I want to see Celestina up and ready to bring war, we need her to open t

“This type of magic is used by a group of evil witches, The Crimson Veil Coven.” “I’v heard that name in stories and warnings from the elders”. I managed to tell Lizzy. “They were banned from all wolf territories centuries ago,” Lizzy continued. Her fingers traced the cover as she was trying to show me what she meant. “For using dangerous mind and bond altering spells. Spells that can break mates and spells that can control Alphas.” I stared at her. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because I recognize the signature, Freya.” Her voice cracked.

But witches operated outside pack law, outside the rules that governed our world. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Useful. "What kind of herbs?" I asked carefully. "All kinds, from what I understand. Fertility treatments, obviously. But also, things for..." Britney hesitated. "Other purposes." "Like what?" "Influence. Persuasion." She lowered her voice further. "My sister's friend used something to make her mate more... attentive. Said it worked perfectly." Tessa scoffed. "That's manipulation." "That's survival," Britney countered. "Sometimes fate needs a little push."

"They don't talk." As she headed out of the room, I raked my fingers through my hair, trying to put it in order. A normal day in the coven. It'd have been abnormal if no one fought. Standing, I took out all the essentials I needed from the potions pot, including some burdock roots, sulfur, and a bottle mercury. I took pains to keep my fingers around the base of the mercury bottle, hoping the element wouldn't make contact with my skin. Mercury was to witches what wolfsbane was to lycans.

No one knew about his magick, except Zach, his best friend. The coven of witches in Coven Groves was extinct, when the last real witch with pure magick, this Paula's grandmother, died and after that, there were mostly only wiccan people with soft magick, whose ancestors were real witches or wizards. Miranda Belize, the owner of the sweet tooth, was also from the wiccan line and she had soft magick, too. She was also an Earth witch, who made remedies with water and herbs. The librarian in their town, Mama Bora, was also someone with soft magick. Until Art. Art was the first one in decade with powerful pure magick.

"I don't care what laws of the pack it breaks. I don't care what it takes. Force the mating bond back together. Bind Elena's soul back to mine." She let out a mocking hum. "A forced fated bond? That is ancient magic, young Alpha. Blood magic. The Moon Goddess will turn her back on you forever. She will curse your lineage to crawl in the dirt." "I am already cursed!" I shouted. "Do the spell, witch! Make her mine again! Tear her away from the Northern Alpha and drag her back to my bed!" The witch let out a triumphant grin, her fingers reaching deep into the folds of her tattered robes. When she withdrew her hand, she held a jagged, obsidian sacrificial dagger, its surface etched with ancient

The connection between them was the problem and I had never once targeted the connection directly. Witchcraft. Real witchcraft, not the witch coven compounds that Lyra had been playing with, not the binding spell theatrics from the testing stone night, but the older kind that the outer territories still practiced and that I had grown up watching my father use when he needed something done that conventional means could not accomplish. The kind that reached into the bond itself and corrupted it from the inside. The kind that did not break the connection but turned it, made it feel wrong instead of right, made Kael's wolf associate Sera's presence with something that repelled rather than pulled

Unlike the true werewolves, whose beasts were a divine gift naturally bestowed upon them by the Moon Goddess, these creatures had ripped the spirits of wolves from the wild and chained them to their own life forces through blood rituals. Deep within the vision, she found herself moving past rows of primitive mud huts. Witches clustered in small circles outside them, their hands moving in synchronized rhythms as they performed dark witchcraft rituals, the air humming with their chants. Rose kept wandering, her ethereal form searching desperately for any sign of her mother or brother. She kept going until her feet seemed to move on their own, guided by an invisible, magnetic pull. They led her