Bible Verses About Sorcery Novels & Stories

The sorcerer called in a loud voice, "what is this that I see has a pipped into the chambers of your heart? Why should the rabbit run in a broad day light when nothing is after it? Why is your heart troubled by the very thing that should bring you calmness and peace. The gods of Odudu have looked upon your misery and had given you a son that will benefit all. A warrior has been born in your household. In the passage of time, you will learn by experience the answer you seek for... your son is a mighty man, a quiver in the hands of the gods." The priest

I said, staring at my uncle. " We know but we have to be logical..." " Should I also be logical to ask why you are looking so nervous at the mention of the word sorcery? Do you practice it?" I asked, getting pissed. " That's absurd! I wouldn't dare! There was none which I knew that practiced such an act. There is literally not any space for the practice of sorcery, and if there was, it was left for only special elders who could communicate with the moon goddess. But sorcery for the control of infected people, that was more than insane and more absurd to think of." he defended, looking around.

She stood by one's elbow, whereof he took no heed. "...So what know we of this new Theophobus, who is whispered as a sorcerer is granted a chair in the Librarium?" asked one. "T’was rumored he was a sorcerer when he served the Prince's father," said the other. "Yet all I ever saw of him was flash-powder and petty charms. As I heard, he has promised a batch of yellow lotus for the Prince's birthday feast, which will foretell a quiet eve, without this bawdiness we now witness."

I mind linked them. “This is what the chant for the spell is: ‘Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Gaia’s, Dimitri’s, and Elijah’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Gaia, Dimitri, and Elijah. Spirit, I call on you to protect these Gods and Goddess minds and souls from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep these Gods and Goddess grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away their confusion.’ Does everyone think they can remember that?” I asked.

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

She closed her eyes, and a low hum filled the air as she began her incantation. "Oh, powers hidden, powers deep, Reveal to me what secrets creep. If dark magic clouds his mind, Let the spell be now unbind. Show me truth, remove disguise, Let no lies before me rise. In the name of light, I ask to see, What hold does Natalie's dark will decree."

The witch's spell translation and pronunciation: Robora mentem meam, (ro-boh-rah men-tem may-am) Confirma contra tenebras, (con-fer-mah kon-trah ten-neb-rahs) Robora corpus meum, (ro-boh-rah kor-plus mau-um) Nil sinas occupare. (neel see-nahs ock-koo-pah-reh) It has been loosely translated as: Strengthen my mind, Strengthen it against darkness, Strengthen my body, Allow nothing to occupy it.

Their presence commanded attention, and I watched in awe as they raised a hand, their voice barely above a whisper, invoking a spell that hung in the air like a delicate thread. "Verbera tenebris, inlustra lumen, Vincula daemonum, contere nexus. Tenebris eximo, lucem adfero, Exaudi veritatem, verbera potestatem." As Draco's incantation reached its crescendo, a surge of energy crackled around him, casting an ethereal glow upon his figure. With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia.

Baby Levi grows restless in his cradle as his little eyes follow the movements of his mother. Her lilting voice resonates around us as she begins to chant the words to a spell. “Fae in hoc daemone profunde con- tineant virtutes. Dcemon tantum latus eius floreat et crescat.” The air around her moves more furiously with every word that she chants. Her hair flies around her, slapping her in the face like a whip. The candles spread out in the room blowing out, plunging their world in darkness. Voices appear in the background, chanting one word over and over. “Occultare. Occultare. Occultare.”