Cleansing Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Àgata interjected: —For unknown reasons, the witches on Kayndra Island have stronger vibrations, capable of unraveling the mystery. Nacula looked at her and nodded. Ágata and Nacula spent a few seconds looking at each other, interpreting the look and face. Nacula, a seer, saw everything that had happened in Ágata's life, she didn't see her future because to do so she would have to touch her. Jafana: — If they can! Nothing guarantees! Belton: — We have to find a sorceress who can… Nacula: — That would be the most correct. Sorceresses of the dark side have a very strong vibration and power, which even they themselves cannot control.

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

Crystal fortress of missing stone, Find by the stealer of the sacred bone, Once you leave, consider it the last, For no one sees her more than once. The rhyme makes me uneasy. The lines tangle in my head, meaning nothing and yet pressing on me with a weight I cannot explain. A prophecy, perhaps, but hollow without a key to unlock it. Witches’ words meant for witches’ eyes. Still, I tuck it back inside the book with a shiver.

“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?”

The smoke swirled, a living serpent, weaving its way through the room, cleansing the air of negativity, carrying away the shadows that clung to the walls. As the smoke dissipated, the high priestess began the purification ritual. She chanted ancient words, her voice echoing through the chamber, their meaning lost to the passage of time, but their power still potent. Her hands moved in intricate patterns, weaving spells of protection, of strength, of healing. The words and her movements reverberated through the pack, creating a vibration that resonated with the very essence of their souls.

said Aza as he put the plate in the sink, then took a bottle of water to take him to the room. The sound of the door creaking sounded in the quiet room, Aza immediately took the book then began to take a comfortable position to read it. "Among a group of magicians, the core of the magician itself is called the Cube magician who controls the crystal cube, there are eight cube magicians including blue, red, maroon, green, brown, white, gray and purple cube magicians," When Aza turned the next page, it was blank. "Huh? Empty? Give me a break!" grumbled Aza.

She also told me to tell everything that I will see because she will record it. “Let’s start cleansing first to stay away from the negative and unwanted energy” She said and she lit the three incense and chanted some words while waving the incense up and down, left and right. After cleansing she lit the candle and put it beside me and put a mirror in front of me. A human size mirror. She put crystals around me and let me stare at the mirror for seconds. She told me that the crystals will protect me from the unwanted energy that will pass through the mirror and the candle is for my guide. She told me to close my eyes and that is what I did. She chanted another word. Words that I don’t unders

I asked the question which was on my mind. “Unlike you, I'm not a witch from a pure bloodline. So I have to say spells. Only a witch like you from the pureblood lineage can do magic without saying spells. All you have to say is wish or inwardly say what you want to do and channel your powers. Then boom! It’s done,” She answered. I understood what she meant because back when I wanted to detoxify Zander, I didn't say any spells, I just set my mind that I wanted to detoxify him, and then it happened.

One person asked loudly from the crowd. I pursed my lips. “It is the same witch that cursed me. She is relentless, but worry not, I’ll make sure she’s apprehended by tonight. They still kept on murmuring. “What if she’s never caught? What would happen to us?” “We will all die miserable deaths like the others.” “Do something Alpha!” “QUIET!” My voice echoed and instantly the silence was restored. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “Do not panic,” I said, letting the words settle over them. “The cleansing ritual sanctifies your souls. If ever she tries to take one of you, it will take her life instead. It will burn her where she stands. She will not be able to touch you again.”

Nana announced. One by one we provide our names and enter the circle. "Before you become chrysoprase stone keepers, are you ready to be purified?" Nana asked. "I am." We answered in unison. We were then ritually purified with the four elements of earth, air, fire, and water by the elders that washed their power orbs over us. Nana spreaded her arms out wide and her whole body was engulfed by her white power orb. She nodded to our dad and one by one each witch around the circle was engulfed by their colored power orbs.