Basil Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Her words were different from the first time she had done this. “Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Raul’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Raul. Spirit, I call on you to protect this witches mind and soul from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep this witch grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away the confusion.”

He ordered her to come out but Ada instead came out of the basement and put an enchantment to the basement such that it will be visible and open only when the right time arrives. The lord was frustrated waiting outside. He decided to set fire to the house and burn her alive. He stood outside so she couldn't run out of her house and waited till the house burnt to ash. His heart felt satisfied. But the knight right behind him gave him a worried look, as he only knew what crime his lord had committed and what the couple actually did. It was an ancient form of sacrifice that the couple used. It used the energy from wounds, tears, and love as ingredients and spells that witches used, which are as

The taste of butter filled his mouth, and he felt gratified when he swallowed it, a feeling that lasted all the way home. “How are you so sure that she can bring that man back as in a sacrifice for our new entrant?” asked Camilla as she watched the couple drive away. There were witches all around the world and every year at around the Samhaian they all came back to the one grave of the ancestors and they needed three sacrifices to make sure that their powers remained intact. “She will be in his head now. You saw the way that he was looking at her right? They can never resist the spell,” said the Priestess with a smile as the oven inside dinged with another batch of cookies made.

"The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you." "Chooses you?" "Yes, you'll understand when we get there," Katie says and they make their way out of the room. ****************************** Katie leads Sarah outside the palace to what seems like a bare wall. She places her hands on it and a door forms almost immediately. She opens the door and they step in. There is a staircase on the inside that seems to lead to a basement. The room is dark so Katie opens her palm and a glow of light shines. They go down the short flight of stairs and Sarah sees it, it's a garden.

He had actually followed her out tonight, deciding after their little touchy flirting that he needed to know her better without Scott McGowen around, lucky for her when he had seen the van drive away, a smear of blood on it catching his nostrils…it carried her scent, and so he had followed. He had assumed she was some sort of Fae creature, caught in an enslavement spell, the nasty practice was still in wide use, but it was rare for humans to have access to such things. A demon…that complicated things a bit…how the hell had Scott McGowen managed to undertake such a ritual in the first place? They were dangerous enough for those with the right knowledge. “I will do everything within my power t

Wanda called out loudly. All the witches hurriedly started preparing for the ritual. They draw a huge Pentagram in the middle of their town. They placed fresh heads of human sacrifices, which were arranged just for this purpose. Blood was splattered all around, making the pentagram shine blood red. Wanda arrived then, wearing a black robe. She walked into the center of the Pentagram. The other witches stood around the drawings, just outside the freshly severed heads. Wanda started chanting, and soon all the other witches followed suit as one. Different tones chanted the same spell in a chorus. As the intensity of the spells started to increase, the pentagram started to fill with a strange en

“Let’s go find your alpha and bring him home.” “What about your brother?” the stubborn Beta crosses his arms as he leans against a wall and watches me pack my satchel with various spell components. Unlike Hawthorne and Great-Grandmother who are both sorcerer-class witches, as a hedge-witch my energy needs to funnel through another medium. This means my magic comes through in the forms of potions and tinctures, a magic that can be felt with your fingers and tasted with your tongue. “We don't have time to wait for him. We need to do this now," I press as I continue to search the shelves for the last of my tools. "Have you seen a small copper bowl and brazier?”

Witchery involves harnessing the magic already existent throughout the world with rituals and recipes, while warlocks are those who wield the magic of creatures from beyond this world. He wrinkles his nose very delicately. ‘Not warlocks, but some witches, especially those that identify as pagans. Mystics—human practitioners who find ways to harness the magic within their mortal bodies—also tend to work, but they’re very uncommon in this city. I’ll tell you more about them next time I give you and Scintilla a lesson in sorcery.’ He doesn’t seem inclined to explain more, and I don’t want to ask, either, in case I reveal something that I’m not supposed to, so instead I just let him help me heal

Olivia corrected him with a stern tone in her voice. “After Agent Nest’s actions. I must take every procession & keep news about this to a minimum.” “Whatever this basilisk is, how are we supposed to stop it?” “By finding its soul,” Olivia said. “Correct,” Moss added. The basilisk can only be killed completely by grubbing possession of its soul which was crafted into a rare pendant by an occult of five known as the faithless. “The faithless?” Scott asked. “Your mission is to go to the human world & retrieve the pendent before the Blessing can discover it & release the basilisk,”

Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading. "The witch’s power lies in the ancient rituals, where blood and... bone intertwine with the earth’s breath, binding spirit to power, will to flame and controlling the fate of the moon. Her flame is fed by trees deep in root, blood spilled and curses spoken in forgotten tongues. Her languages is that which no man understand and her spells are the yokes that binds. The beginning of the witches– Zaekyr." *Zaekyr, she died. She is the head of the witches.* Anita's voice.