Best Books About Voodoo Novels & Stories

“That’s Petro-Voodoun, there are different schools of voodoo see, different paths you can follow as a believer, and each one has its own rites and rituals. Petro-Voodoun is the path you follow if you want to do all the dangerous stuff, and get the really big guns to help you.” “The big guns?” “The really powerful Loa. Look man, if you don’t know any of this shit, why are you spreading all this money around looking for a man like the Tailor?” Jimmy looked at his watch again. “It’s kinda personal, I don’t really want to go into it. Does it matter that much, so long as I’m paying you?”

“How come you could see the air ripple, but neither one of us noticed?” “How the hell should I know?” She retorted, “I’ve always been sensitive with that kind of stuff, just like Spence has always been terrified of it. I’ve got some distant cousins living in New Orleans that practice voodoo, maybe that’s where it comes from. If it ain’t obvious, these aren’t the questions you should be asking. You look bone tired, but you didn’t five minutes ago. So clearly you were working some type of magic. I suggest you figure it out before—”

“I meant heal, dumbass.” The past three days had somehow been very hectic for me. I had been doing a lot of studying. I had been studying about the nature of vampires and quite interestingly, Woodhidge had a lot of books and scrolls that had the history of every Supernatural that ever existed, alive or extinct.

All this, to pass through his chambers, in which he roamed them, in which they sought out forbidden secrets in his quest for power, in which Tsuki in turn undoes all traps, in which other mages who stumbled upon these traps were turned into notice. As he didn't have to worry about every single one of them, entering temples where there was once a well-kept secret, he took them with him on nothing more than he could say about strange magic. It was common to find notes in Vandokar cults serving as guardians or jesters, as well as spies for Vandokar himself, who could always see through their only eyes. Many scholars believed that Vandokar was the original author of The Book of Vile Darkness, in

“Hsss…” The maggot looked ferocious despite its size. It was struggling and hissing on the tip of Kaze’s finger. As he pinched it, the little maggot died. Heat energy from his palm burned the carcass into a crisp. “You know voodoo?” Faith looked at Kaze in fear. Kaze said, “Faith Gwake, voodoo works well on most people but to me, it’s just a cheap trick. I have to say, you’re disappointing.

A deity that descended on the mortal world to grace it with her charm and grace. "Arts of Voodoo is an intricate subject often shun by many due to its relevance to the study of dark magic. But my students, you all has to understand that my class was not just all about putting curses and jinxing others. Yes, it was indeed part of the course, but there was more than that. In my time, I will be teaching you as well useful charms to make your life a lot easier as well as counter curse and defensive spells alike that could prove t be useful in time of need." Professor De Belen started and then after roaming around the classroom and making sure that everyone was ready for the lesson, she resumed.

Some blue, others grey. “Magic tricks don’t impress me,” she said. Play for time. Find out what you can. “Hmm,” mused Papa Nightmare again. “I am a Bokor. Do you know what that is?” “No,” lied Jeannine. Nana told me. “I am a practitioner of Haitian Voudon magic, both light and dark.” “Voodoo, really?” Jeannine said, inserting a drop of sarcasm as her mind raced to remember all the things she had been told as a child. Voodoo. Death magic. What had Nana said?

Ivy says as she blows the dust from the book, then starts to open it. I lean forward, my heart racing. Will this give me the answers I am hoping for? What did she mean more light? My brain is going a million miles an hour. The minute the book opens I feel a strange feeling as if the book is reaching out to me, my wolf whines in my head. What the fuck kind of voodoo shit is this? One sentence written on the page stands out to me. THE MISSING DAUGHTER CAN EITHER BRING US BACK INTO THE LIGHT, OR BRING ABOUT THE DESTRUCTION OF OUR KIND.

“What do you mean?” Voodoo’s eyes narrowed speculatively. “The other books in his library were in Spanish, but this one wasn’t. It was also thicker. Fifteen books for every shelf. That’s how many books he had on his shelves.” Logan clears his throat and arches a brow. I can tell that he, like me, is wondering if Voodoo is sane. “What does the book have to do with anything?” I ask in hopes that he’ll clarify further.

She brought nothing with her but a large, brown leather book with water-damaged pages. "We gone focus on meditation today," she said to me. "Meditation is the key foundation to properly channeling not only the universe to harvest magic, but to connect your mind and spirit to the loa; voodoo and witchcraft both rely heavily on meditation and prayer, but I just want to go through meditation with you today so you can learn to do it on your own."