Beginners Witchcraft Books Novels & Stories

she stated. “I… I already have a book like that… it is for beginners…” “Can you do, what I did just now?” she asked using a serious tone. “No,” I admitted. “Then, don't argue!” she reprimanded me, “This book was created by the powerful witches that lived centuries ago. It won't simply tell you how to meditate, it will tell you how to search for an object among many rooms in the twenty-story building!” “Wow!” I gasped, “L-like an X-ray vision or something?!” I got overly excited.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

Rachael began. "About a thousand years ago, the one you called the millennium, the great book of the witches was created. It was created by Amaya, who was said to be the first pure witch to have ever existed. And the most powerful. No one could be compared to her, then and even now". Rachael stared at the kids to see their reactions. She could see them listening to her like, their lives depended on it. Of course, it does. They needed to know what the book was so they could know what they are after and who would be after them, even after defeating Rose. She continued. "History has it that Amaya wrote the book when she was in a trance for a year. No one knew how true that was but everyone beli

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

“Nirvana, you’re here.” I turned around and saw Dylan. “Hey. How long you’ve been here.” We hugged each other. “Yesterday. Congrats, by the way. I’m happy for both of you.” “Thanks. So what are you doing here?” “Apparently, Zarah forgot to mention the Alpha King had vast collections of books, and I read some of her Grimoire and other Wiccan books.” “What’s Grimoire? Wiccan?” “Book of spells, Book of magic. Wiccans are people who believe in supernatural magic,” Aira answered. She looked like a girl you just wanted to sit with on the couch, had some margaritas, and talked all day.

Frostine said, “Do you guys think the members of the Witch Cult are nearby?’ As soon as she said that, everyone tensed up. If that were really the case, Alex would be in danger. Alex took out that book titled Witch Blood Curse inside the ring and asked Cecilia, “Have you studied the book's content? Cecilia shook her head. “It’s my first time seeing this.” Serene said, “I wonder if we can use this secret manual to deduce a method to dispel the curse.” After that, everyone read the book together for a long while. They recognized most of the texts on it. However, they were completely unrecognizable when they were linked together.

He just wanted to watch and find out all she could do. Madison knew coming here would help her calm herself and help to get rid of any thoughts still lingering around about Jacob. She tried to find a spell in her book her grandmother had given to her to block someone from her mind mentally, but that type of sorcery was only for those who had been practicing forever. She had the 'How to Perform Witchcraft for Dummies' edition that was for beginners only. She was stuck working with the elements for now, which was a cool thing to do sometimes.

~AJ~ My eyes were bloodshot as I leaped in the air with lethal grace, I attacked the wendigo, my movements were blurry as I kept striking blows at those bloody wendigos who had the audacity to break through the barrier. My body filled with the fucked up sticky purple blood, but I cared less, all the anger from earlier was being directed on them. I can't count how many I've killed, they just keep popping out of nowhere. I had asked Curio and Cathbad to help build another barrier, since they are druids, the barrier they would create would be stronger than the one made by the witch. I dug my claws dipped into one of the wendigo necks and ripped its head off. They slowly became contained, I had

And the book… the book calls to her, whispers to her, its voice a seductive murmur in the back of her mind. With a deep breath, Demika opens the book. The pages are yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. The writing is in an ancient script, one that she has only seen in the oldest of the Wiccan texts. But as she scans the pages, the words seem to rearrange themselves before her eyes, transforming into a language she can understand.