Basil Witchcraft Novels & Stories

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.

I replied firmly, keeping my gaze fixed on Aaron and Callie, who were watching me closely. "What were your motivations for such criminal actions?" the wolf asked, stepping closer with narrowed eyes, his imposing presence filling the room. "To fulfill my duty as a priestess, as ordered by the ancestors and by Hecate, our Goddess of witchcraft, magic, night, the moon, and spirits," I explained, my voice clear and resolute. I noticed that my words caught Callie’s attention; she lifted her chin slightly, focusing on me. "My methods may not have been the most correct, but my intentions were genuine. Rigan is the one chosen by our Goddess to guide us through what is to come!"

"She forgot. Something more important must have come up, something more important than meeting me." – Beta Bill. ==JANET’S POV== Motina, my house, in my room, right beside my nerdy mate, Beta Bill. We had been researching together. "The first principle of using witchcraft is balance. Anything can be achieved if a worthy price is paid." I read aloud the sentence Bill had translated in front of me. "I think we’ll need about another week to translate all of this..."

The woman looked unamused with the situation as she walked around the room placing the baby into a bassinette. “But the witch I spoke to said we could!” “Look Cecilia, witches will tell you anything you wish to hear just so long as they are paid. I am not an ordinary witch. Your sister came to me for my help because I am the high priestess. I am the only one able to perform such a spell. A spell of such magnitude requires a lot of power. Power that no one other than I possess.”

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

Thomas Reed has proven otherwise simply by continuing to exist in proximity to her. I set water to boil. Witchcraft, when practiced correctly, looks like housework. It is preparation. It is knowing which tools must be visible and which must remain implied. I grind chamomile and angelica together, slow enough to keep my hands steady, fast enough to signal intent. The kettle sings. It does not stop when it should. Ah. There you are. “Eliza,” I say gently, as she rises for the third time and sits again without realizing she has done so. “Come here.”