Basil Witchcraft Novels & Stories

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

The slight rise and fall of her body, the low purr that vibrates through her, and the softness of her fur keep me from stopping the ritual. The witch lays her herb bundle down, taking up a bottle filled with a dark liquid. Standing, she uncaps the bottle and sprinkles the liquid around the circle as her chanting becomes louder. She traces shapes along the edge of the circle, bringing them in and around Erie, and then around me when she gets to my side. The lines cross and connect between me and Erie, flaring a brighter purple when she flings an unknown powder out. Is this really going to work? I’d seen my mother do rituals before, but never anything like this.

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.

This skill has no cooldown. Drawback: Aftershock draws its abilities from the soul of the user itself. And since it cannot be regulated by the user, it is best to keep yourself out of precarious situations. For who knows when its active side will awaken and draw more deeply than it ought to. Basileus (Mastery Level of Proficiency): Descended from a race currently marked, Basileus is s Glow that confirms that you are of their blood. This skill is one that accumulates the knowledge and experience of all the Spiritualists that belonged to this noble race, before they were mostly wiped out. Activating Basileus fills you with this knowledge, and fragments of this knowledge remain, even after acti

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

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