Bos Witchcraft Novels & Stories

"If we start with what you know and what you have experienced yourself, how are you going to explain that you have a connection to the wind and that you stopped the tornado Friday by just wishing it ?" "I am sure there is a natural explanation. Tomorrow when the weather service opens, they will surely write about it". I answer in a standoffish tone. "The weather service is always open. Night, day and weekends. There isn't written one word about the incident. I checked it myself to see if they had noticed, in case we needed to cover it up". Marta says. "We were in the middle of a wiccan sabbat. Mark was about to call on the wind as the first element in the circle". I suddenly remember how the

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

Kitty didn't want to talk about Emma’s and her identity, so she quickly changed her words to, "also might have something to do with a witch, and stuff. Are your world usually so involved with them?" "I see. Yes and no. We don't usually separate our world, so yes, witches are not too strange a concept to be in our life; but no as in, we don't usually intervene with one another's core life values." Erebus nodded and explained, "Witches help us too. Their spells can convenient us as a lot, like this." Erebus opened his hand and there appeared a foggy wolf fang, floating in the middle of his palm. It was his imprint, the one all his Dim Patronus have, and the one that was the symbol of his name.

Wanda called out loudly. All the witches hurriedly started preparing for the ritual. They draw a huge Pentagram in the middle of their town. They placed fresh heads of human sacrifices, which were arranged just for this purpose. Blood was splattered all around, making the pentagram shine blood red. Wanda arrived then, wearing a black robe. She walked into the center of the Pentagram. The other witches stood around the drawings, just outside the freshly severed heads. Wanda started chanting, and soon all the other witches followed suit as one. Different tones chanted the same spell in a chorus. As the intensity of the spells started to increase, the pentagram started to fill with a strange en

"For a witch." "For my mate," Kael said. "The species is irrelevant to the law." "The species," Maren said, and now the pleasantness in her voice had thinned to something underneath it, something cold and very old, "is the entire point of the law, Kael. Ordinance Seventeen exists because wolf witches are a destabilizing force. They can unravel the bonds that hold packs together. They can unmake what the moon built." Her eyes moved to me. Cool and direct and entirely without warmth. "This one tried to sever your bond the moment she met you. You told me as much in your report."

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

"My father would have killed me?" "He could have killed you just to help his little witch," He said facing me. "She fooled them into believing the source of the power she seeks was in one of the packs," "Source of power?" I asked. "She is a half witch," Hayden said. A witch? The priestess was a witch? I faced her as she smirked staring at Hayden, the priest of the moonlight Groove was a half witch? She tilted her head, folding her fist as she gritted her teeth, she walked closer to Hayden. They both stood staring at each other as they glared at each other.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

I was taken aback when she fought forcibly battling me with kicks and punches if I hadn't known better I would've thought he was a werewolf with the immense power he has since we would detect werewolves because of their wolves as it's also a magical being, but other than that we can't sense them. Those series of attacks were then by a blast of magic I was flown towards the wall. I groaned when my back met the cold wall just right then I whispered a restriction spell then whirlwind magic swirled around the limbs of that bearer. This time he groaned and whispered a cuss word. With that, I could only smirk at his pain. The whirlwind slowly crept through his body until it almost swallowed the un

Witch! ***