Cleansing Witchcraft Novels & Stories

They only kept on increasing the more I kill. I lost contact with my wolf and start to loose my energy gradually which is really strange, my wounds are refusing to heal. By the time I killed the fifteenth wolf I could barely maintain my stance. I fell to the floor on one knee, barely holding up with dizziness setting in fast from blood loss while the rest of the wolfs took the opportunity and launched another attack to finish me off completely. A surprising blinding light shine through the forest and the atmosphere suddenly become disturbed. Cloud rumbles with great dissatisfaction while it darkens with the speed of light, the air around thickened while piles of dead leafs rose from the floo

the leader yelled. A tall thin witch with an actual hooked nose turned his hands in a circle and chanting something that didn’t sound friendly. Joel sprinted off towards him, picking up a stone off the ground as he passed. The icy, electric sensation of this Smith’s magic filled the air. Joel used all the strength he had and threw the rock at him. The impact echoed through the trees as Smith flew back in a spray of blood and gore.

" Your sons keep saying the same thing but i don't understand it." Amy turns to face him. "We are elemental witches. Our powers come from the elements around us. It is essential for us to establish a bond with our surrounding nature, otherwise we will not be as strong. I guess, if you trusted us with your secret, we can trust you with ours..." she said, kind of shyly. Witches... More witches... The Alpha is not going to like it at all.

Gwendolyn shrugged and said, “If Evelyn had prepared you, no mentoring would be needed.” They got to the final group and Genevieve said, “This group is different in the sense that they combine two energies together. One helps to balance the other.” The group was putting on black on black but a white symbol of a huge cross was etched in the chest of their clothes. “What energies?” Clara asked. “These are the siphoners and the darklings. The siphoners siphons magic, venom and the likes while the darklings use dark arts. However, the siphoners are there to make sure the dark arts are not corrupting the souls of the darklings. Your mentors will be Ethan Vanderbilt and Layla Hendrix.” Clara nodde

I understood now why my grandmother had been afraid. A forced dissolution did not simply sever the bond. It severed the witch's capacity to hold one. The part of you that had opened, that had recognized, that had said yes before your mind had any say in the matter—that part did not survive the rite intact. My grandmother had written it plainly, in the careful hand of a woman who believed that careless letters led to careless understanding. The rite does not distinguish. It simply cuts. What remains functions. What remains is whole in every measurable sense. But something is missing from it, the way a room is missing something when the windows have been sealed for too long. You forget, eventu

“You’ll destroy me.” Morwein’s laughter is soft, almost tender. “Oh, Alpha,” she says, her voice like velvet over blades, “destruction is the purest form of devotion.” The witch moves to the center of the cabin. With practiced motions, she draws symbols on the floor, circles, sigils, lines of power that hum with crimson light. The air thickens until each breath feels like swallowing smoke. My wolf snarls weakly in my head. “Killian, she’s preparing the extraction…”

“In order to protect the integrity of Alpha judgment and ensure the safety of the Obsidian Pack, the council has invoked the Moon Cleanse.” Cora felt the room react before anyone spoke. Unease moved through the benches like a cold draft. The name sounded old enough to be sacred and clean enough to be trusted by those who did not know better. Moon Cleanse. A ritual phrase polished by centuries until danger wore the face of fairness. Cassian continued, voice smooth. “The Cleanse exists to separate true Alpha instinct from corrupted bond influence. It will determine whether Alpha Everett’s wolf has recognized a rightful Luna bond, or whether an outside corruption has attached itself to his inst

She then set the herb bundle alight too, letting it smoulder for a minute before she blew the flames out. The brunette slowly started to walk around the tree, wafting the sage around, reciting a purification spell as she did so “Smoke of Sage , purify and cleanse this tree of any and all bad energies”. Sage scented smoke curled around the tree and where it landed on the blood stains, they glowed briefly and then vanished. Lena buried the sage at the base, blew out the candles and popped them into her bag. She shouldered it and walked away from the former crime scene.

A bunch of articles came up but it wasn't giving me what I really wanted. So I typed in ‘Light witches’ instead. ‘Light witches practice white magic. White magic refers to the use of supernatural powers or magic for selfless purposes. Many of these people claimed to have the ability to do such things because of knowledge or power that was passed on to them through hereditary lines, or by some event later in their lives. White magic was practiced through healing, blessing, charms, incantations, prayers, and songs. White magic is the benevolent counterpart of malicious black magic.’

“It’s still my child.” I looked at Lucas, who had been silent this whole time. He was just watching me. His gray eyes held no judgment, only curiosity. “Is there a way to purify it?” I asked. The healer was silent for a long time. I thought he was going to refuse. “Yes,” he finally conceded, his voice heavy. “But the process will likely kill you.” “Tell me.” “The Moon Goddess’s Sacred Pool,” the healer said, each word heavy. “We can use the pool’s source energy to cleanse your body, to forcibly strip away the black magic. But the process…”