Bos Witchcraft Novels & Stories

"Witches are dangerous. Everyone knows that." "This one wasn't. Just... unconventional." Britney shrugged. "She lives a few hours north. Deals in herbs mostly. Natural remedies. Some people call her a charlatan, but my sister swears she's the real thing." A witch. The word settled in my mind like a seed finding fertile soil. Magic was real—every wolf knew that. Our own existence proved it. Shape-shifting, mate bonds, and the Moon Goddess herself. But witches operated outside pack law, outside the rules that governed our world.

And their need to escape alone will lead to their gruesome death. “You know the dark witch?” I asked. “Witch?” I said in horror but , Cecil hushed me. Dark magic was banned in Femwood and also blue moon though witches were allowed to roam freely at the winter fell pack. Well that was because they all worked for alpha Knox. “don’t be too loud. The walls have ears” Cecil whispered. “I know that witchcraft is forbidden in the blue moon and Femwoid but right now you don’t have a choice” Cecil said.

Staring at me with pity, "Old souls like Supreme Alphas have spent years in hibernation, they are detached from the world that at this point they aren't even willing to return." She drops eye-contact like my dumbfounded stare was just too much for her, and my heart thumped down. I was afraid of what I must hear next, "Witches who practice the ancient arts are in contracts with demons. Everything demons do, they ask the sacrifices, like life force, youth, and strength; they feed off you. That ritual was experimental. There are no records that depict how you wake a Hibernating Supreme Alpha—"

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

They called upon a high priest, having him bind the child and limit his powers. Eloise tried giving a smile, situating herself on the floor," how about we think of something else? You should be excited! Your ceremony is tonight, and you'll find your mate." Every wolf looked forward to their 18th birthday, it was when their wolf would fully awaken and the search for their soulmate began.

A new determination settles in my chest and I shut off the water and get out to dry off and get ready to go to my office and make some calls. (Beth POV) I have been sitting on this log just inside the forest watching as the Goddess goes from wolf to wolf attempting to install wisdom and encouragement. WItches are different. We weren't born from the Moon Goddess and we don’t worship her. We worship the elements Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. Witches can align themselves with whomever they please, some with packs and with any other species including humans. Most witches practice black or white magic, I prefer grey. I believe that even black magic can be used for good though I am careful with wha

I stopped just before him. He gave my face a searching look but said nothing more to acknowledge me. Looking over my head he ordered. “Timothy, tell me what has happened.” “These witches.” He pointed to me. “Were out here bathing in the dark. Frolicking with demons while they engaged in filthy acts of intercourse.”

" Leo said. I nodded my head at him. To Brody, I said. "If you find anymore woman bring them here. I know that's what Hope would want me to do. Archie has the map and the info on the other Hard Dick's locations they need to be searched as well." "Black Witch Mountain is about a days travel from here." Leith said. "We will need to go in our wolf forms, and we should leave at first light. The coven is protected by good magic. I need to contact Lidia and Hannah and let them know we are coming."

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.