Cleansing Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“The Witch Curse is not a curse belonging to this universe. I studied it for a long time, but I couldn’t study it thoroughly. However, it is certain that this is a curse left by a great ancient witch. I can only help dissolve half of it now. As for the other half, you have to rely on yourself.” “What do I need to do?” “Witchcraft is a cultivation system in antiquity that focuses on the cultivation of one’s body, flesh, and blood. The Witch Curse also starts from this aspect. If you want to get rid of her Puppet-drawing Spell, your flesh and blood have to be strong enough, and your will has to be firm enough to resist it with blood energy and sever her will.” The next second, the Mystic Maide

Dorothy explains to me. I’m ready for this, and I don’t think that any amount of thinking will remove my nerves. I find my happy place, the memory of discovering that there is chance to live without Charles.. “I am ready,” I breathe. “Sacred candles, Bless this space, Protect this circle, Cleanse the air and, Purify the soul” The witches and wizards speak as one, as they each light a candle. The candles smell ancient, a scent of time and power. The air around us appears to shimmer as they place the candles in front of them. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

“We can tell a broken heart when we see one. But once you dedicate your life in worship of the Moon Goddess, you’ll find peace like no other.” “That’s what I’m hoping for.” I told them truthfully. “Will you tell me what happens in the cleansing ceremony?” “Just like the name suggests, it’s a bathing ritual.” Emma told me as she sat on my other side. “We bath you in various flowers to get you ready for the initiation ceremony.”

“That’s a good girl.” “You’re despicable.” I mustered out. “I’m going to have all of you, by the time I’m done. And I’ll know all your little secrets, Spitfire. There’ll be nothing you can hide from me.” He threatened. And my gut sunk. Sensing how sure he was that he could make that happen. I hate him. But now I know how to get to him. I closed my eyes tightly again and forced myself out from under him. Back into the soothing waters of the Cleansing Place. Floating along the healing surface. My white flesh gleaming wet in the morning sunshine through the trees.

She never heard anything about a sorcerer before, but her aunt always cursed them for stealing a normal person's job with their magics. Seeing Ariana drowned in her thoughts, Ariana who had walked a few steps away once again cued her to fasten her pace to enter a small cloudy room with wells and buckets. Steams covered the whole room, but it wasn't the steam from warm water but rather a haze from cold water. The guards scurry each girl inside the room by groups. It was an open bath for them to go inside, and after the group in front of them finished throwing water thrice, it was her group's turn to go inside.

“Fine, then. But I won’t be able to do anything until tomorrow morning. The tools I need to use will need to charge, first.” I raise brows, giving Elijah a questioning look. He shrugs, “I don’t know. Put them under the full moon, then sprinkle them with herbs and chant.” “Actually, it’s a waning moon tonight. Best is to cleanse them with blessed moon water, burn a few herbs—not sprinkle—then, a suiting chant will do,” she explains. It looks like it takes everything out of Elijah not to roll his eyes. “But what about tonight?” I ask, crossing my arms. “What if she lashes out on me again?”

It was deliberate corruption, intentional sabotage by something or someone with the knowledge and power to affect a realm that should have been beyond such interference. That night, I lit the sacred silver fires beneath the twin moons and performed an ancient ritual meant to cleanse lingering negative energy, to purify spaces corrupted by outside influence. The cosmic winds whispered back in response to my invocations, but not in the harmonious affirmation I expected. They were dissonant and jarring, clashing against each other like voices arguing in a language I almost didn't quite understand, as if they were trying desperately to warn me of something.

I asked, my free hand snatching the coffee “We cleanse the houses and the land, salt every door and window and dock and entry into every house and shed with the intent to banish the negativity, then tonight i'll cut the cords of the curse, the moonwater will charge itself and we will use it to maintain the cleanse and the witches chimes will keep the evil out.” she explained. “You really intend to break it?” I asked.

I said to them, surprising myself at how I was coming to her defense. Malachi sighed. “Listen, it's just a suspicion. When witches do things that they are not supposed to do, where they are not supposed to be, they usually have a link that can't be caught easily. A magic signature if you will, it never really leaves until the carrier is exposed. Even at that it also doesn't disappear without a cleansing. I know we all don't like her and sticking something like this to her without proof will be detrimental.

"How dare you!" Eridan bellowed, his body shaking with anger. "You have a sharp tongue and like to make things up! I'm willing to bet on the reputation of the School of Astrologers that she will be fine for six days and nights! "I will use the Cleansing Technique in the arts of Geomancy to cleanse the evil spirits within her one more time. Then, I will slightly change the configuration before demolishing that mountain shrine! Everything will be solved then!"