Beginner Witch Novels & Stories

I wasn’t too exhausted but something was happening inside my body chemically. The Wehr was a young woman but I was surprised that she told me that she was born in the 1600s. How come does she look so young? Like a young woman in her last twenties? The Wehr said that she practiced witchcraft to protect the innocents and the bullied ones or the royal family members who have been cursed in their injustice although they have pure souls. The Wehr asked to see one of my palms. She touched it and spelled some kind of the mantra. She opened her eyes and looked me through my eyes as I sensed that she had looked through my soul too.

Bruce froze, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes, which still blazed with golden flames. But the next second, a deeper growl rumbled from his throat. "Yes. Please." I hadn't expected him to agree so readily. This was, after all, a rather private matter. I scrambled to sit up, my fingers tracing the sigil of an unlocking spell in the air. As a witch who specialized in the magic of mechanisms, a minor lock like this was child's play. I had to maintain an air of professionalism.

“What?” “Adalaide was quite a late bloomer in the wiccan world. Not really developing her powers until she reached twenty-one. Most witches begin their training at eighteen. But well, I guess frowning up with werewolves, she didn’t have anyone around her to help her.” Another pang of guilt overcame me. Irene hadn’t said as much, she may not even have been thinking it, but to me it was clear. I had failed my daughter in another way, I had not been there to ensure she got the wiccan education that she needed.

"She refused the trial of weight and was found guilty and burned at the stake." "We are in the Dark to one another's Purposes and Intendments... Even to Sagacious Inquisitor," I said as I fell against the wall, then slid down to sit on the floor, knees bent. I hung my head, then covered my face with my hands. "They're taking on the personality of the witches whose name they choose. They're being brainwashed, turned out, and then initiated into this... coven with their new covenant name," I said as Keegs shook his head in agreement, joining me on the floor. "What's that term you always use, Kelly... BOHICA?" Keegs shook his head again.

James hesitated for some time as I waited patiently besides him to know the truth, he looked into my eyes innocently and started speaking "I am a Vampire." He was shocked at my reaction because he had expected that I would be scared but I just nodded and waited for him to complete "You are not shocked." I smileed and looked into his eyes "If I know about Cameron then it is obvious I know about vampires." He was taken aback "How do you know so much, who are you." I took in a deep breath "I am a witch and for now I can only tell you this." He stammered as he tried to gain what I said "Witch"

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

*** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.” “How can this place heal?” “Because every witch who’s ever lived left remnants of her energy here. And like the plants and trees around us, those seeds of energy grow into bits with the strength of trees. Capable of great magic. You came to connect into that like a wick being lit.” “I didn’t know that about this place.” “Very few do. But it doesn’t change the fact that your spirit knew. Your magic does.” “I have no magic.” She chuckled softly in a way that told me she thought otherwise. “You’ll see soon enough, Dear.

She wondered if Manadlynn had the same powers over time as Abagail had. She assumed so, seeing as how the rogues had her hands bound behind her back. She knew her child would have those powers and so much more. She could hardly wait to have those powers inside of her. She had to keep a close eye on the witch. The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers.

After Claire had had enough of his self-pity, she snapped, “Well?” Jones looked up, and Claire was shocked to see that tears had filled his eyes. He blinked them away and began quietly, “When a witch first starts to show magic, the Priestess of the coven will access their abilities, to help figure out what kind of training is needed, so on.” He smiled softly at Claire, looking nostalgically at his memory of the child he knew. “You first started showing your powers so young, your mom didn’t even believe it at first. She thought it was just sleep deprivation caused by an energetic toddler. How much do you know about magic? Specifically, the magic of witches?”

“That’s never been performed and even if it has been, it’s forbidden.” Getting up, she wandered off towards the section where books lay, stacked high up on shelves against the wall. She reached up and pulled one out, coming back and dropping it in front of me. “Read,” She said, taking her seat. “But first, take notes.” Confused, I stared at her, wondering if I had heard her correctly. “Take notes? “Yes,” “About what?” “Witchcraft is more complicated than stories and ancient history. Let’s move on. If you’re truly curious like you seem to be, then, the least you can do is make notes. That way, you can keep track of what you know and don’t know.