Romans & histoires Basil Witchcraft

"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.

said Silas. “Witchcraft?” Many were taken aback. “What is this witchcraft you speak of, Senior Silas? Why does it sound so mysterious?” Silas explained, “It is mysterious indeed. This witchcraft was created by combining the Celestial Empire’s Maddox Kodoku spells and Southeast Asia’s Taming Seance. There is a person named Wikkan in Red Moon, and he is a notorious sorcerer from Southeast Asia. He’s the one who controls those test subjects through a Kodoku spell.”

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

Next I started with the mixture, i poured water into the silver bowl from a silver cup (chalice) then emptied a bottle of witch hazel in the silver bowl. Next i sprinkled salt, exactly the amount of salt Arkalis sprinkled in his mixture. Then I threw in the leafs of vervain in the silver bowl. I carried each of the wooden dolls and put them inside the silver bowl. I raised my hand just above the silver bowl pouring in my magic, while chanting... "Winds in the north, run through the trees. Three times three, let them see, let them see. Sands of the east, rich soils beneath. Three times three, set them free, set them free.

The witch had done so many enchantments with their blood with some ingredients and herbs like Mandrake root, Mugwort, etc. "Is it going to work? This is the first time we are trying this, it never got this serious," Bryan asked Aiden. "There is always a first time for everything, brother", Aiden smirked, despite the pain and stress he was feeling. "It better work, and we will need to see her again about this, we have never had it get this bad, there were little signs, but this was just too extreme, f*ck", Bryan cursed out angrily, "I really hate this."

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?"

“You see, now that the dark soul is out, it will do whatever it can to hurt God Basileus. It will use the creatures he’s protecting against him.” “This is what he wants: revenge. So how do we stop him?” “You will be needing a strong force of magic and that could only be accomplished if some of the elder witches are resurrected.”

“We don’t have witches in the pack. They’re banned. We did have a pack seer who started the ritual of always performing a protection ritual for the harvest. She said the autumn moon was the most dangerous.” “I knew any ceremony performed during a festival wasn’t any good.” Freya blinked a few times. “Is something going on?” “I don’t know. All I know is my friend is a wolf and not a witch. She’s been taking silverleaf and bloodroot tonic. Two terrible mixtures.” “We rarely use those herbs here. I’m not sure what it means,” Freya said, sad she couldn’t offer further help. “That’s okay. Do you know what witches normally do during the autumn festival?”