Bos Witchcraft Novels & Stories

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

I pulled her into me and we lost ourselves to each other. ***** It was the most beautiful morning of my life. I was so happy... I had already made the bookings and reservations for a one-month long honeymoon in Australia. I was very excited about this real honeymoon. I would not have believed it just 6 months back that very soon I would be bewitched by a very beautiful, simple, pure and innocent girl. Thank you, God, for that accident on that rainy night, I have been bewitched by an angel since then... The End

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that made my blood run cold and my heart skip a beat. Beth was reaching for something. The axe. With shaky hands, Beth gripped the handle, her eyes burning with a new kind of fury—an anger born of loss and desperation. She swung the axe with all the strength she could muster, the blade cutting through the air with a whoosh. The witch didn’t even have time to react.

Shadows rushed around her, curling into spirals, forming memories she didn’t recognize but somehow felt. A birthing room lit by blue fire. A priestess whispering over a screaming woman. A newborn with a golden mark on her chest. “You were born cursed,” it murmured. “But not by accident. Your bloodline made you a vessel.” Lyra staggered. “A vessel for what?” The creature’s smile widened, too many teeth stretching unnaturally. “For the Wolf-God.” Her breath died. And then the world cracked open with a thunderous boom. Light shot through the Veil like a spear.

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

As we entered the forest, we decided to divide into teams to expedite the search for her. 'There are a lot of witches living here, Alpha.' 'Indeed' I replied. That's why I kept telling my warriors to stay focused. For ages, witches have danced in the ritual to create as many hybrid pups as they can by mating with werewolves or vampires. Their aid is to broaden and enrich their lineage. I know that their practice has continued to stand tall until today. I bet those witches were quick to sense the aura emanating from my pack members the moment we set foot on their turf. Witches have the charm to seduce anyone they want, and numerous wolves have fallen under their spell.

I watched as they both entered the house. "Yo Alpha, that's some cool contacts you got there. They're glowing and shit. I bet you got them on Craigslist." I ignored my stupid beta. "You didn't think I came unprepared?" The witch said. "Hey witch bitch, you're gonna die today!" Carson promised. The witch folded her lips and whistled. Seconds later around a dozen ugly witches and around 40 rogues stepped out of the western side of the forest. "FUCK, we didn't see them or smell them. The bitch must have cloaked them."

“The Rosewater Clan is a storied coven founded in the American South during the early 1700s. Steeped in rich tradition and ancestral power, they trace their roots to a group of European settlers who brought ancient folk magic practices with them across the Atlantic. Over generations, the Rosewater Clan became known for their unwavering adherence to old-world customs, emphasizing ceremonial spell work, seasonal rites, and strict hierarchical leadership. Their founding matriarch, Elspeth Rosewater, was said to have established the coven’s core doctrines, which emphasize loyalty to bloodlines, the sacred balance of nature, and the importance of preserving ancient magical texts and practices. Th