Novelas y relatos de Bos Witchcraft

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

“You need to see this.” Curious, I crossed the room and knelt beside her. She held up a tattered scroll. Its edges were brittle with age. The writing was faded but legible and its angular script was unfamiliar yet strangely familiar to me. “What is it?” I asked, taking the scroll carefully in my hands. Rachel pointed to a passage near the bottom. “It’s a record of an ancient pact between witches and rogue wolves,” she explained. “It mentions a Wolf-mother—an original one—who brokered a deal with them centuries ago.”

I asked, waiting for an explanation from her because I obviously couldn't get one from the tongueless rogue Alpha. "I'm Penelope Bishop," she murmured, blue eyes bouncing between the man that brought her here, my little she-wolf, and me, "I'm a witch." "I've gathered," I deadpanned, "what do you mean she's not dying?" "I mean, she is in a sense. Vampires and werewolves don't usually mate so your kind doesn't know much about them. Whereas witches have archives of many supernatural creatures because we're meant to keep the balance — the order of nature," she explained, edging closer to the bed.

The witch calmly declared, "The ritual is complete. Now, we await Matamoros's return to consciousness." Inquisitive about the cost, I asked the witch, "How much for healing Matamoros?" She chuckled and replied, "Consider it a gift to the Blessed Wolf." Grateful, I thanked her and then hesitated before revealing my next request. "I need another favor," I admitted. Curious, the witch asked, "What favor does the Blessed Wolf seek now?" "I need help casting a spell of madness on someone," I confessed, earning surprised glances from Lisa and the witch.

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

“I was minding my own business until a leather-booted wolf decided I looked suspicious.” I bit back a growl, running a hand through my hair. “Suspicious doesn’t even cover it. That bag you’re hauling around could get you slaughtered in this city. Do you even know what’s inside it? Because of the looks of it, little witch, it was meant to be passed to someone powerful, like the alpha of Duskreach.” Her jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s none of your business.” I let out a sharp laugh. “None of my—? You just lit up half the block with witch fire. You think no one noticed? The High Witch, the alpha, fuck every being in this city and nearby could have seen your power.”

So I went ahead to type ‘theban alphabet’ in the search bar. ‘The Theban alphabet, also known as the witches' alphabet, is a writing system, specifically a substitution cipher of the Latin script, that was used by early modern occultists and is popular in the Wicca movement.’ Okay, that much I knew about. What I wanted to know was, what connection does a witch have with werewolves? After thinking for a while, I typed in ‘types of witches’ in the search bar. A bunch of articles came up but it wasn't giving me what I really wanted.

Pythia POV: Everything was happening at once. I could feel Bosch about to break free and bags were being thrown causing the ground to explode. Shit this is not good. We need to do what we can and fast. I moved in and out quickly, snapping anyone's neck I came across. The large wolf trailed not far behind me, killing anything I missed. I could hear screams around me, people being injured, I saw a bag being launched in my direction but more behind me, I stopped and turned to see my big beautiful wolf being the main target. "NNOO!" I screamed and teleported to his side shoving him, fuck he weighed a lot, "Balthakk!" I roared and watched him be thrown to the side just as a bag hit the ground n

~AJ~ I had the whole forest to myself, I was on the verge of losing control. Heck, I can't believe I was wrong with my intuition. I wonder who the white witch was helping, what kind of promise did that person offer or perhaps she isn't working with anyone but herself. But why? Why the siragon? Did she know about the bond between the siragon and my mate? I'm kind of confused here and I hate being in this situation. At least, I should get a link between the Wendigos and the white witch.

Emily sighed in relief, she had expected him to be skeptical and laugh about it but he didn't. Her case was one of the rarest cases of witchcraft. Though witches had the ability to manipulate and control energy, power, nature, etc they had to draw that ability from somewhere. Most witches drew it from one of the four elements; Water, Air, Fire, and Earth. Some from nature which was partly Earth. Then black magic used sacrifices and blood to generate power. Wizards were said to be connected with the 5th element which was the Spirit and Sorcerers which were the highest witches could draw energy from all of them.