Cleansing Witchcraft Novels & Stories

"We must be certain this is truly from the Goddess. That it hasn't been influenced." "Influenced how?" Riven's voice had an edge now. "There are ways to manufacture desire. Potions, spells, manipulation." Fear spiked through me but I kept my face neutral. "I haven't done anything like that." "Of course not." Athena's tone was soothing. "I'm merely being thorough. The cleansing ritual will reveal the truth." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Cleansing ritual?" "Standard practice for unusual bonds. We invoke the Goddess's presence, ask for her blessing and clarity."

Some say, the werewolves learned magic through the books left behind from the witches. Vastria then came across a book about moon phases. She opened the book to the section of the full moon. It introduces the phases of the moon. In witchcraft, the moon signifies cleansing and is often used for rituals. The moonlight itself radiates pure cleaning energy. The energy is used to power up a witch for positive energy in time of need. The best time is during a full moon when the spiritual energy is at its fullest.

She treated it like a guest that needed to be acknowledged before it could leave. After a moment, she reached under the counter and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with coarse pink salt and dried rose petals. “What’s that?” “Cleansing salt. You crumble it into a bath, light two candles, and soak. It pulls out the rot. Clears the psychic gunk. Especially from family wounds.” “Psychic gunk,” I repeated, almost smiling. “Don’t mock the terminology. It’s a technical term.” I looked at the bottle, but I shook my head.

“Places. Stories. The cabin. The shrine. The things people will point to and say, ‘That’s where the witch lived.’ I don’t want some eager idiot trying to dig up what’s left of her just because the stones still smell like her name.” He was quiet for a moment. “Fair,” he said at last. “What are you thinking?” “Small ritual,” I said. “Less ‘appease the witch,’ more ‘salt the earth.’ Burn the last cursed objects. Cleanse the shrine. Mark the cabin as forbidden ground.” “Symbolic,” he murmured. “Psychologically necessary,” I corrected. “For them.” I jerked my chin toward the window, where wolves moved through the courtyard. “And for me.”

he teased. Narrowing my eyes I glanced at the moon and grinned. I was going to do my cleansing ritual. "Turn your ass around, I need to do this quickly!" I growled, taking out my crystals and lining them up on the window sill. Stripping I spread my arms under the moonbeams that showed through the window as I began my chant. Concentrating on my words I heard Nick's gasp and snapped my eyes open to glare at him. "You are supposed to be turned around!"

“Yes. I’ll explain everything to you. But we need to act fast.” The next day, we get a witch to do a purification ritual on the house. “The curse is strong in the house. All I can do is wipe it away temporarily.” Naira looks at me as she pulls out a spray bottle from her canvas bag. “Keep in mind that it can come back, so the purification ritual won’t give you a hundred percent results.” The witch explains, and I notice the piercing on her lower lip. She does the ritual and an hour later, she hands me the spray bottle. “Whenever the curse affects someone in the house, spray it on that person. It has moonsilver water, so it should work.” She croaks.

This wasn't merely a bath—it was a rite passed down through generations of Ashworth Alphas, each one purifying themselves before ascending to greater power. Around him, young omega maidens moved like shadows, their hands skilled in the old ways of purification. They scrubbed every inch of his muscular frame with imported oils that cost more than most wolves earned in a year, washing away not just dirt, but the spiritual residue of treacherous mates and broken bonds. The ritual demanded complete cleansing—body, mind, and soul.

She glanced to Thea's right. Thea's smile deepened, and her gaze drifted to Killian. "You don't have to worry, Killian. Whatever the witches need from me, I will do it. All I want is to save you and the pack." Thea said, her eyes glistening with tears. I rolled my eyes at her acting. She was a drama queen. "That's good then," Valerie spoke, and explained everything. The witches were going to perform a spell tonight with the blood of the gifted one. She called it some kind of cleansing spell that needed to be done on the wolves.

He is known to be tall and has followed a path that distinguishes him from other warlocks, leading to significant destruction and numerous deaths. This individual possesses considerable power and abilities that some witches may no longer possess. Currently, witches practice spellcasting with balance and intention. We are strong and limitless but only need power when it is used; otherwise, it remains dormant. For those needing this power, love is essential, though it can also lead to its undoing. This information is provided as a precautionary measure, although it is hoped that it may not be necessary. Be aware that while I have not met you, I hold concern for you. We shall communicate throug

By the time we returned to the chieftain, he'd managed to secure three stern looking witches to perform the spell with Kylie. "Well they look friendly." Kylie whispered and I snickered. "Alpha Elijah, Luna Kylie, you're back! Great. Well, these are the men that would be joining us to perform the cleansing ritual." The chieftain said, "you just tell us what to say and we can begin." "Alright." Kylie said, "There are five of us, so we start by making a circle. I'll sprinkle the salt at the center, and hopefully that would be enough to purify the earth."