Books About Witches For Adults Novels & Stories

“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.

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

"What is it like in your world? I used to read books about your world when I was little, they were just stories though or so I thought. I can't believe those stories were true." "Well, in my world there are also stories about you people. We read about werewolves and vampires and mermaids and wraiths and of course witches," she laughs at that, "I never knew those stories were true, being one is beyond my wildest imaginations," she says with a smile which Katie returns. "Your story definitely beats mine" she says. "I'll tell you all about my world when we have the time," Sarah tells her and that lights up her face.

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.

Helena felt Allistor walk into the room and close the door behind him but her eyes remained on the group as she waited for a response or a valid reason to explain why they were against her. They were not cowards, each possessing battle scars on both their bodies and minds, but her magic was an impressive force that left mute and paralyzed. The brunette had learned after so long of doing it unconsciously that if she released the right amount of her magic in just the right way, it could make hardened warriors tremble like pups in a dark forest. "You claim she is weak because she has no wolf. That she would taint the Damon bloodline if I were to fully mate and sire a pup with her." He recited,

“I'll find you a grilmor and a Scarlet Witch so do what you have to…” Nicklaus casually mentioned surprising the poor witch for the second time in one day…. “But.. that's….” Celine didn't know how to explain this to him.. A witch’s grimoire isn't something you could easily find or buy from the Market. It is a rare book of elders which contains powerful spells including Blackmagic.. This book has been lost for years after an Elder hid it somewhere no one would ever find it..

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

I thrashed, screamed, begged—but the witch only grinned, watching with sick delight. “You’re going to die down here,” she whispered, her voice eerily calm. “Nothing can kill me. Not even fire.” She leaned in closer, her breath ice-cold against my burning skin. “But dare…” she paused, savoring the moment, “someone will pay the cost. Someone always does.” Then, with one final, gleeful chuckle, she turned the crank. The grinding intensified. My screams filled the burning house, but no one was there to hear them.

I wept, my sobs raw and unrestrained, as she shook her head and whispered hoarsely, "What's done is done. Let it go." "This was all part of the divine plan," she continued, her voice calm and resolute. "You needed to walk this path, to grow. Now, your heart can truly belong to the forest again." Her words struck something deep within me. When I looked up, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope stir in my chest. From that moment, I immersed myself in my studies, locking myself away to delve into the sacred texts and the wisdom of the witches who had come before me. Each piece of knowledge I uncovered carried the weight of generations, a treasure passed down through countless hands.