Best Books For Wiccans の小説・ストーリー

Roman asked impatiently, his eyebrows arched. "The second method is using a pair of the guardian stones and a medallion. According to this book, the black onyx stone should be paired with the ruby stone and placed on the Wiccan's medallion. The magic within both stones will be channelled into the medallion." Trav paused as his eyes traversed over the illustration of both stones and the medallion before he continued.

But is it really crazy if I get to unlock my wolf and become normal? Silence enveloped the four corners of the chamber until the Highest Priestess opened the black book and began intoning some foreign words that only she, and the other witches, could understand. It was a black spell meant to communicate with the moon and its spirit. The Highest Priestess kept chanting the same phrases, closing her eyes for a brief moment and opening them with her eyeballs rolling back.

In the Purgatory, witches are powerless, frail, and at the mercy of the wolves. Regardless of all these, Mrs. Sinai chose to default. Like her mother, she wanted to be the most powerful witch. It took her years to go research on how to achieve that. She traveled miles and crossed several oceans and mountains until she came in contact with the book of Amelik. The witches call it the forbidden book of wisdom, written in the oldest language and by the witch of yore, called Amelik. It was because of the information contained in the book that the witches hid it in a cave, along with Amelik's calcified body.

I realize tears are streaming down my face and I wipe them with the sleeve of my shirt. “What did you need these for?” Andrew asks before handing the list to James. I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Because I am part fucking witch and I need to learn how to control my powers, or I am going to blow up the whole fucking pack. But there is only one book about witches, and it is a children’s book, and it is checked out.” James kicks his feet up on the bar, “Which children’s book?” “The Werewolf and the Witch, or something like that.” I mutter.

While I want to trust and believe the Bloodmoon Beta, I didn’t see the passage in the supposed book with my own eyes. Call me a cynic, but I don’t fully trust anything I didn’t see firsthand. I found an obscure book in her collection that took me three dictionaries to translate because it was in fucking Old Norse. After translating the book, it confirmed the new moon ritual allowing a werewolf to take a human mate. Witches would leverage the new moon ritual to awaken wolves and increase their power, even if it meant being tethered to a werewolf male.

I gasped, “It worked! It really worked!” But the book I had pulled over wasn’t the book I wanted to read. Among the books on the shelf, one of them which was as thick as two dictionaries combined, was a book that taught witchery. But when turned upside down and read from behind, it taught druid magic. I had snuck it from the library at the Canary Witches’ coven. But the problem was how to read it. I had learned three witch tongues, but I knew nothing about the druid tongue.

*** “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.

He was irritated. "Orora, just tell us what it looks like, and we'll help you!" Shiva suggested, but I shook my head. I was the only one who knew about that book. The moon goddess allowed me to stay at the library in her chamber to hone my ability to make potions and spells. She said reading books was essential if a witch wanted to be the strongest and the most powerful in the coven. And so, that was what I did! "I'm almost there. Just give me time!" I told them as I continued looking. Until a thick book from the farthest corner of the shelf was shining in red. "Found it!" I told everyone as I pointed my index, and the book came to me voluntarily.

Basic Classes: Magical Philosophy — How to think like a powerful being. Forbidden History — Secrets no one else knows. Ritual Architecture — How to build magic spaces. Ethics & Corruption — What happens when you go too far. Bloodfire Combat & Binding — Duels, Contracts, loyalty, and power. The Art of Influence — Magic through words, emotions, or seduction. Each title stirred nostalgia in me. I felt like I knew them by heart. Beneath those, a smaller note had been scrawled in elegant script, likely Mistress Lune’s:

I sigh as I finish and enter my bedroom. I pack an overnight bag and backpack with work uniforms and some clothes for everyday and clubwear and all my necessities including my family book of spells and book of shadows. I grab my favorite wand and a bundle of white and black candles and a pouch of blessed herbs. My enchantments will protect the rest of my magic working tools and apparently Raff’s flowers cast enchantments that protect my bedroom. My bags are heavy, but not too heavy for me. I leave the apartment and head for the redline.