Books About Witches For Adults Novels & Stories

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 continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

Like a VIP. She looked through the shelf, trying to see which book to start with and for some strange reason one particular book kept calling to her. “The Anthropology and History of Witches.” It was boldly written on the spine of the book and was very difficult to ignore. And as she extended her hand to grab the book, she felt unsure and scared. Almost like she was committing sacrilege by simply being curious about those creatures. Her mind raced back to the witch that was burned infront of the mansion grounds.

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

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.

I started to wonder if some curse or divination had been cast on our bloodline and landed on Max. "The damning evidence," my father continued. "Was that two of the women and one of the men were in possession of Malleus Maleficarum, 'The Witches' Hammer'... It's a book on witchcraft which speaks about sexual encounters with demons... How to make things go wrong in the lives of young women... Lure them into the covens, etcetera, etcetera."

It made sense that I learn what I could about the enemy first. The sludge was replaced with an aromatic tea that gave my energy level an added boost every time I drank it. Gwendoline explained how using large amounts of magic could easily deplete a witch’s energy force, like it did a vampire’s. It was necessary to replenish it with the special herbal tea. It was something all witches had to do; even her.

Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up.

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"