Bos Witchcraft Novels & Stories

There is a story of people born with red hair as a sign of a witch. A witch was born from a demon in the shape of human beings with magic powers. Having red hair signifies chaos among humans and those who can control monsters. I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy.

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.

When Owen walked in, I dug the information out of him, thinking it was quite polite to let him put my backpack away before I pounced on him. "What do you know about black witches? I asked." He poured himself a soda, looking at me like I was crazy. Perhaps he was right. “Last night I spoke to Alpha of the Bodega Bay pack. He said they came across a spell on their territory. One of their cubs nearly died. They think it's the work of a black witch. Clive sends Dave to check and maybe trace the spell.” I tossed a cherry into his glass. “I thought maybe it was all connected. Suddenly, the one who bewitched the lands of the pack is also mocking me."

Her journey had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices, but she had embraced them willingly, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Within the hallowed halls of the Violet Moon Occult, Sasha had found a community of like-minded individuals, bound together by their shared fascination with the supernatural. Together, they had embarked on countless rituals, conducted intricate spells, and exchanged esoteric wisdom, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

No prints were found anywhere on the land. I frowned. “How is this even possible?” “Witchcraft,” Boris replied. I raised an eyebrow. “You think they’re working with witches?” “I’m almost certain that they are. Werewolves are naturally not powerful beings, except for the royals, and of course you and Angelina. It’s either they’re working with the witches, or the vampires,” Boris explained his theory. “You may be onto something, but I doubt it’s the vampires. The leeches can’t stand us, and that would be violating the treaty,” Matt pointed out.

"Good… What is a witch, then?" "The witches are niché beings, amongst the humans, also known as the wives of Asmodeus — The divine beast of Luxuria. Divine beasts and goddesses can make contracts irrelevant to their capacity. But among all the fifteen divine beasts, only Asmodeus was given the right to contract with a large number of humans."

I said tilting my head to one side. Her eyes narrowed and her face hardened. "What do you mean my people are working behind my back? What does the dark witches have to do with this?" Ambrosia asked, gritting her teeth. Well that answered my question. I knew she wouldn't like her own people going against her. "We were attacked by vampires and I'm sure you are familiar with Bosch." I said turning towards Pythia to explain her side of things. "I killed my mother for working with Bosch. We dark witches can't contain white magic. It would kill us but my mother didn't want to listen so I did what I had to do to save my people." Pythia said. "I am aware of who Bosch is, he came to me a few months b

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

“So, witches don’t ride on broomsticks or pray to the devil?” Meredith burst out into laughter. “No. Nothing like that. I would love to buy an expensive broomstick to go with the theme, though.” She stopped laughing and composed herself. “We actually believe in gods, but not like the ones we see in Christianity of Judaism. You already know that the wolves pray to the Moon Goddess. We are the same. We have different gods we pray to. The Moon Goddess is among the strongest of them. Her powers make the waves rise and fall and the animals and earth to be soothed. The witch’s relationship with the world rests on love. We have been gifted by the gods to take care of this planet.” I nodded in vague

He is known to be tall and has followed a path that distinguishes him from other warlocks, leading to significant destruction and numerous deaths. This individual possesses considerable power and abilities that some witches may no longer possess. Currently, witches practice spellcasting with balance and intention. We are strong and limitless but only need power when it is used; otherwise, it remains dormant. For those needing this power, love is essential, though it can also lead to its undoing. This information is provided as a precautionary measure, although it is hoped that it may not be necessary. Be aware that while I have not met you, I hold concern for you. We shall communicate throug