Beelzebub Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Master Yung was right—Beelzebub was the most deranged among the four Satans. I lay in a pool of my own blood, dying and in need of help. Beelzebub raised both hands and used some kind of magic to suspend Kelvin in the air, his body writhing. Without touching him, Beelzebub broke Kelvin's right leg, causing him to groan in agony, and then dropped his body to the ground. "Oh, come on! Why is everyone on the ground? Don't you want to stay for dinner?" Beelzebub mocked, laughing.

And they would die immediately without hesitation when caught my a third party. These practitioners of dark magic were known to worship the Ancient Evil God—Baalzebul. They used human blood and the spirits of living creatures. Sacrifices. Rituals. All to fuel their dark magic and commit unspeakable atrocities. The High Priests and Priestesses of Baalzebul were very strong. Extremely powerful, mysterious and dangerous. They possessed strange, vicious abilities that defied logic. According to ancient history… Baalzebul once attempted to dominate and control the entire world.

A powerful witch who can bring about either deliverance or destruction. "Endora, who had joined us in our exploration, lowered." This must refer to you, Ava. The authority you maintain. It's both a blessing and a curse. Beelzebub emerged from the fog, his presence disturbing yet strangely reassuring." The vaticination indicates balance. To master your power, you must travel to the center of the Shadow Realm.

“Everyone says that we are cursed creatures. Creatures who live in the dark deserve to die because we bring harm to everyone around us. But we eventually strived and made a name for ourselves. Now others come to us to ask for our protection.” “Why do they call you cursed?” “Because we are,” he told me with a gentle smile, “we share the same looks, as if we’re the same kind, but when something happens, or when need be, or when the moon is full, we transform into monsters.” “I’ve never seen anyone transform,” I told him. He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe he never let you.” I stared at him, startled. How did he know that I was talking about Zeke?

Belphegor said lazily as he yawned and stretched his limbs. “ Shut up... weren't you the one who called her a witch in the first place ” Leviathan said glaring at him. “ Hey easy there lover boy... You wanted to kill her in the first place not because I called her a witch ” “ Who the f*ck are you calling lover boy ” “ Alright boys let's focus on what we are here for... Gosh I'm so glad there are two girls among us now, I'm tired of you guys arguing like kids ” Beelzebub said as she ate the hamburger in her hand.

Aubrey piped up, "She’s also human and a witch. She’s one of us too." Nadia added, "And I have a feeling your version of caring is very different from ours." Beelzebub looked over them in amusement and tried again. "Witches, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I’ll even make a deal with you. You leave Callie and I won’t have to feed you to my children." As if in agreement, the buzzing got louder. Callie stared at the dark cloud above them and considered if Beelzebub would break a deal. He was a Lord of Hell. He didn’t operate the same way as other demons had to.

He is known to be tall and has followed a path that distinguishes him from other warlocks, leading to significant destruction and numerous deaths. This individual possesses considerable power and abilities that some witches may no longer possess. Currently, witches practice spellcasting with balance and intention. We are strong and limitless but only need power when it is used; otherwise, it remains dormant. For those needing this power, love is essential, though it can also lead to its undoing. This information is provided as a precautionary measure, although it is hoped that it may not be necessary. Be aware that while I have not met you, I hold concern for you. We shall communicate throug

“I’m really sorry to bother you Mr. Baphomet, but Pyro the president of the Burning Devils is here looking for what I believe to be Angel. He showing all that works here a picture that I think is her. What should I do about this sir?” “Don’t worry about this Marc, Because Levi and I will be down there in a few minutes.” “Thank you, sir.” I turned back to Leila, and so many questions came to mind but none that seemed important at the moment. “Baby girl, I’m going to need to get Levi and we’re going to need to take care of a few things downstairs. I’m going to have Angel come into this room and you’re going to need to lock the door. I need you both to stay in here until I come back, and don’t

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

"Most of all, I would like to battle you at your strongest, Lucifer, but right now, you're pathetic." I laugh. "So we are enemies?" "Definitely," Beelzebub smiles. "I want you dead, Lucifer, but without your memories, it won't be fun putting an end to you." "Nothing I can do about my memories, I'm afraid." Beelzebub licks his lips—his tongue is disturbingly huge. "Maybe if I send you back to the realm of the living, maybe then you would regain your memories. I don't care about your powers, but I want you to know who I am when I murder you and your fucking mate."