Cleansing Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry?” “Nevermind. We are just going to perform a cleansing ritual to purge you of your…atrocities.” I nodded, doing my best to focus on his words and not on the way his lips moved or to imagine how it’d feel upon my skin. When his hand wrapped around my wrist, my whole body came alive with a knowledge I couldn’t reach. My wolf became more restless with a need than I had ever known. I bit back a moan. “The High Priestess is just a few doors down. If you cannot keep it reined in, maybe you won’t have hands to serve the Moon Goddess afterall.”

“It’s a ceremony to bring back the moon. It’s been done since the witches walked with the gods, apparently. They light bonfires and dance, say their prayers to the Goddess, and then…” “They fuck, don’t they,” Thorne asks in a low tone. Granger smacks him soundly on the back of the head. I can’t help but chuckle at his expense. “He’s not wrong,” I tell Granger. Granger looks momentarily disgusted, but I go on, “It’s not a… group thing, not like you’re thinking. The Cleansing is an ancient ritual about ushering in a new era of magic. It’s about plentifulness, power, and fertility.”

Calla's POV: “I release the chaos. I let go of poison. I am not her,” I whispered, eyes closed. The morning air was soft and calm and I knelt in the Blackwell garden with a metal bowl filled with dried sage, lavender, and a few herbs Greta had angrily hissed were for "pasta, not paganism." I lit the corner, and as the fire caught, the smoke began to curl like fingers around me. My aunt used to do cleansing rituals. She said it helps clear thick, dark energies.

" I watched as coach leave the room to cool off. The break is what we both needed.I refused to believe Sandra would associate herself with witches. It would never be her. Jess The witch hour had arrived, yes. It was 3 am when my body lost all sleep. It was the time where most witches would awake and do what they knew best. To destroy, to kill and cause confusion. It was my favourite hour, I must confess. I began to clean up my room and ensured there was no dust on the floor. Cleanliness was important in the witching world. Especially since I wanted to make an alter. I arranged the candles in a circular shape then burned a shrub of insence. I began with summoning the old spirit's that lay. Th

"The power you have locked inside is reacting to the imbalance of the world. You are a vessel that is too full, Raven. If we do not clean the water, the jar will break." She opened her eyes. They weren't amber anymore; they were a swirling, milky white, like the center of a storm. "What do I do? I’ve tried breathing, I’ve tried the focus..." "The focus is for the mind," I told her. "This is for the soul. We must perform a purification rite. We must clear the echoes of the past so you can stand in the present." I led her to the center of the mosaic. I didn't use salt this time. I used four bowls of clear mountain water, placed at the cardinal points. I knelt in front of her.

She also instructs them to focus their energy on the question or situation in their heads for which they seek guidance. Hazel starts off by lighting some candles and burning sage to cleanse the room as she starts chanting, "As I am in presence, I destroy, clear, and erase all negativity or evil energy existing in this room." I call on you, Mother Earth, element of the physical... May you purge her clean! I SAID PURGE HER! I only invite protection, love, and powerful energy to my space! "

the witch spat, her voice tinged with arrogance. Saelyna’s voice remained steady, her gaze unwavering. “This incantation carries ancient power, and with the amulet, its strength will be magnified. The darkness within you will be undone.” As the last syllable left Saelyna’s lips, a blinding surge of light erupted from the amulet, engulfing her in its radiant glow. The witch recoiled, shielding her eyes from the brilliance. In that moment, Saelyna tapped into her inner strength, tapping into the depths of her energy reserves. Her body thrummed with power as she focused it towards the witch, her mind set on breaking the dark enchantment.

Mar repeated the drawing over the first one with silvery sand and suddenly cried out: - Furfur! - Go away, Mar, then I myself. Melissa tossed her bag aside, her eyes fixed on a male figure with branching deer antlers and bat wings. Her hands rested on the pentagram, causing the gunpowder to flare up and turn the silvery dust into a viscous mass that completes the magic circle. “Help me, spirits of the dead witches of Cleves, are you here?” She tossed her head and rose into the air, spinning a fiery whirlwind under her. “Where else would you be if not in the Underworld.

He understood how trusting I was being at the moment but apparently this was a ritual that dated back centuries between the lycan and witchcraft communities, as part of their longstanding truce. “They are gorgeous Aida, and you looks so well.” “Thank you Fern.” I politely reply, playing my part as the King’s mate well. “What’s in the bowl?” I quirk my eyebrow as I look into a wooden bowl in her hands. “A mixture of lavender, dill, oregano and parsley to ward off evil spirits and provide protection against witchcraft. Shall we begin?” She turns to smile at our guests as she starts to lay sticks out on the ground into the shape of a pentagram.

“I will not last through the first few minutes of the cleansing. You will need to connect yourself to her for the ritual to take place. The Dark One’s power is nothing to joke about. It needs someone with strength to fight it.” “Are you ignoring me, Liora?” Priestess Diana cursed loudly. “If that’s the case, let Jemimah perform the cleansing ritual. She’s trained her entire life as a Silver Wolf. She’s more qualified and refined than Miriam, who hasn’t done anything for years now.”