Bos Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Synopsis At age 10, Tara Shin watched as her Alpha father was brutally murdered by Lorez Blackclaw and what was left of the Shin clan fell under his ruthless rule. A decade later, Tara is treated just as terribly as back then, a slave to Lorez’s cronies and a whispered freak to the Blackclaw clan. With nowhere to go, she must undertake the blood moon’s ritual for wolves aging into 21. The goddess demands it as does Lorez Blackclaw. However when it all goes wrong, what will Tara do? Run away toward the feared monsters lurking in the dark wood or stay with the devil she knows?

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

It had become a sort of ghost town after Fynn and the wolves left and we never actually decided what we were going to do with it. In the centre of what used to be their square, Fynn set up a table and the witch started to get her things ready. Fynn and I watched as she poured all her ingredients into a wooden bowl, one at a time, and then she held out her hands to both of us. The time had come. I took a deep breath and took their hands as she started to chant. At first, I didn’t feel anything, but when the ingredients in her bowl started to burn, I could feel something pulling from deep inside me.

How a shifter using the natural, Moon Goddess approved spirits that surrounds us was different to the manipulation used by witches. Although called Dark Arts, it is more a form of meditation, connecting to the Moon Goddess on a higher level for guidance or assistance. However Witches would summon demons to do their bidding, feasting on the misery of others, causing chaos across the nation. Some Alpha’s were found to be using such devices, causing them to be cast out and their packs dismantled. It was fascinating to read.

"They want us to forget. Forget who we are, where we come from. So we can be easily controlled." The Research Leader of the Silvergrove pack placed a new document on the table. "We found symbols of the Black Witches of Fate—a forbidden group from ancient times. They were disbanded centuries ago for their practices of erasing souls and altering fate through spiritual sacrifices. We believe this group—or at least its legacy—still exists."

“Is this one of your witchcraft things… your powers?” He asked, narrowing his brows at me. “No, I swear!” I refuted his claim. “My mother taught me, she said that it was used to stop wolves who had gone berserk years ago.” “That's not how I remember the story.” Aleksander said, his voice dominating the forest. “It only works if you have a true connection with that particular wolf! You must share an intimate bond with them for it to work!”

His focused stare wasn't at me, however, but on the two figures standing at my back. Hazel and Hawthorne Sparks. I have a feeling he has an idea of what I might request before I even open my mouth. “I would like to bring in the witches,” I announce to the gathered crowd of alphas, motioning to the two standing behind me to take a step forward, flanking me. “They have already been a big help in the investigation and have unique insight that no wolf can match. They have skills and abilities that we need to locate my mate, magics that can make all the difference,''

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.

"She refused the trial of weight and was found guilty and burned at the stake." "We are in the Dark to one another's Purposes and Intendments... Even to Sagacious Inquisitor," I said as I fell against the wall, then slid down to sit on the floor, knees bent. I hung my head, then covered my face with my hands. "They're taking on the personality of the witches whose name they choose. They're being brainwashed, turned out, and then initiated into this... coven with their new covenant name," I said as Keegs shook his head in agreement, joining me on the floor. "What's that term you always use, Kelly... BOHICA?" Keegs shook his head again.

Unlike the true werewolves, whose beasts were a divine gift naturally bestowed upon them by the Moon Goddess, these creatures had ripped the spirits of wolves from the wild and chained them to their own life forces through blood rituals. Deep within the vision, she found herself moving past rows of primitive mud huts. Witches clustered in small circles outside them, their hands moving in synchronized rhythms as they performed dark witchcraft rituals, the air humming with their chants. Rose kept wandering, her ethereal form searching desperately for any sign of her mother or brother. She kept going until her feet seemed to move on their own, guided by an invisible, magnetic pull. They led her