Christian Witch Book Novels & Stories

"Was that two of the women and one of the men were in possession of Malleus Maleficarum, 'The Witches' Hammer'... It's a book on witchcraft which speaks about sexual encounters with demons... How to make things go wrong in the lives of young women... Lure them into the covens, etcetera, etcetera." He told me that the book was condemned and banned by the Catholic Church. Its original intent to denounce witchery and give exact techniques to find them out and persecute them, actually became the mainstay of witches on how to practice their magic and recruit, corrupt, and destroy the church while giving rise to the devil from within.

["What is the witch's name, by the way?" ["Well, she said it was Samantha!"] ["Samantha? I'll research anything about her with my mom. You know how freaking older she is, she should probably know something about this witch. Two questions about it: Does she agree with the Witch Queen? And how does she looks like?"] ["No, she doesn't agree with the queen, she hates her, just like me. And about her appearance, she has white and long straight hair, red eyes, full lips, white skin, a curved body, and is also taller than me."]

"Please, you can do this, just try." She weakly and slowly lifted her hand up, and light gradually emanated from her palm making a light shield which covered her, and back she rested peacefully. "Bloody hell," William exclaimed. "The 'Captor'. He has the book." "What's it?" Julian sought clarification. "Thousands of years ago, a witch had that book where she locked all her monsters and would unleash them when she wanted to, and they were destructive and can't be killed," William slowly turned to Julian. "They're indestructible."

“Our history, how we started our path. That book is a grimoire, a spell book if you will. It holds every spell, curse, potion or summons that the Owens witches knew.” Ivy looked at the page then back at her aunt her eyes narrowed. “Owens? But you, Lucile and mum are all Joneses. Why is Owens so important?” She asked with irritation. Standing back from the book and her aunt. Ivy folded her arms across her chest. Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on.

“Nirvana, you’re here.” I turned around and saw Dylan. “Hey. How long you’ve been here.” We hugged each other. “Yesterday. Congrats, by the way. I’m happy for both of you.” “Thanks. So what are you doing here?” “Apparently, Zarah forgot to mention the Alpha King had vast collections of books, and I read some of her Grimoire and other Wiccan books.” “What’s Grimoire? Wiccan?” “Book of spells, Book of magic. Wiccans are people who believe in supernatural magic,” Aira answered. She looked like a girl you just wanted to sit with on the couch, had some margaritas, and talked all day.

I wept, my sobs raw and unrestrained, as she shook her head and whispered hoarsely, "What's done is done. Let it go." "This was all part of the divine plan," she continued, her voice calm and resolute. "You needed to walk this path, to grow. Now, your heart can truly belong to the forest again." Her words struck something deep within me. When I looked up, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope stir in my chest. From that moment, I immersed myself in my studies, locking myself away to delve into the sacred texts and the wisdom of the witches who had come before me. Each piece of knowledge I uncovered carried the weight of generations, a treasure passed down through countless hands.

Christians eyes were wide as he takes in the information “Of course, why didn’t I see it” Maddox had been right all along; he had told his pack to stay away from witches and never to get in a deal with them as they would screw you over. Even as a slave he had drummed that into me, now here I was sat in front of the very thing I was supposed to stay away from, a witch that had ultimately cursed my mate, a witch that knew all about my life and who I was. As we stared at each other, I could feel the darkness slowly fading almost like it was being sucked from me, now was not the time for this and I know my eyes have returned to their Amber colour when Christian asks me what’s wrong.

All she cared about was how the pack would have been affected if the explosion had killed her mates. “It’s not like we have much of a choice.” Zander mutters under his breath. “That man continues to haunt us.” Christian grumbles back. He bends down to pick up the book and two satchels the witches insisted on bringing with them. He lifts them with a grunt and walks with purpose and probably a bit of anger in the direction Alma pointed.

“Fuck, Azazel, help her.” He nods his head and walks to Creighton’s table with a purposeful look. “She’s a Breija, Creighton. Does that affect how she views the book?” Creighton’s head snaps up at his words and arches a brow. “I’m trying, you wanker. Just give me a minute to think.” He looks at the book again, then looks back up. “Shit, that’s it! The book is a powerful tome that was enchanted by witches. In the past, witches enchanted books to keep other witches from their magic. Your Breija is magical. The book must have seen her as a threat and spelled her. Perhaps if we divert some of her magic to the book, we can cast her out of the spell.” He looks around for a few more d

I said pulling three thick books from my bag and slamming them on the table. He rolled his eyes and looked at me with a bored expression. "You think the answer is in some musty old books?" he asked. "Trust me, I've looked." "Just listen," I ordered. "I spent hours in the Alpha's library trying to find something...anything about witchcraft. After scrawling through almost every book I was beginning to think I was going mad but then I realised something. The books I was looking through were stories and historical facts about the pack- not top secret information concerning magic. A long and exhausted story involving a thorough search for a key no bigger than my thumbnail later I had access to th