Dbz Witchcraft Novels & Stories

The Luna seemed to calm with her words as she laid down with a small huff. KIARA POV ‘Don’t worry so much. It will work, I know it will.’ Anya reassured me. Of course she could feel my hesitations and fear. There is nothing I could keep from her. I let out a heavy sigh and continued to carefully mix the ingredients. ‘Okay—I got this’ “ I’m ready. I need you to go outside and make sire no one tries to disturb me while I do this. The room is about to be filled with dark magic, so no taking any chances Viviana. No one can come in until I’m done.” I said while staring seriously at Viviana who nodded and headed out the door. She shut the door behind her and I turned to focus my attention on Luna

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

I realize it cannot cross—just as the one I summoned never left its place. Two tentacle‑like writhing tendrils dash out, coiling around Dagar’s arms. They pull, dragging him closer. Dagar snarls, muscles straining as he resists. His patience breaks, and he hunches low, glaring at the witch with fury, growling. “I know everything there is to know about witches,” he says. “My mother taught me.” “Good for you,” she huffs, weariness gripping her. “Now die.”

A breath. And then she’d crack another joke. Like now. “Wow,” she said as we sat under the shade of a wide elm, watching the crowd from afar. “Luna Jhoanna just made an entire roasted duck appear from a basket the size of a kitten. Do all alpha families have food-based witchcraft or is it just yours?” “She’s trained in domestic enchantment,” I replied solemnly. “It’s a deadly art.” “I bet she could kill someone with soup.” “She’s tried.”

“I can’t heal cuts and wounds magically, and it’s evident that your thigh wound is beyond your capabilities. We’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. I’m going to rip away the fabric sticking to your wound. Then I’m going to tie a strip of cloth above the bleeding point. I’ll have to use a hot knife to sear the wound. It’s going to hurt like hell.” I'm sure it's going to, but what choice do I have? "Okay." He pours water from the waterskin into the basin. "Do you think you can heat it magically?" "Yes." I might be weak right now, but I wouldn't be a witch if I couldn't perform such a basic spell. When I wave my hand over the basin, steam rises from it. "Thank heavens. I hope you can heat t

she began. "A 'Witch', before the Cataclysm refers to those who worship a Demigod or two. Due to unmatched beliefs, they were treated as outcasts. Their close ties with their patrons was envied by the orthodox faction, and they started preaching about such relationship being impure, and that it voids the divine characteristic of a deity, be it a demigod or a major God. Afterwards, they had resorted to the occult hunts and execution." Those information were completely new to him, and somehow disturbing to note. Still, he kept his ears open to listen on what she is saying.

"Dragone has met hands with Goplinaten Witches," He said and I looked at her eyebrows furrowing with seriousness. "The witches are known for their extreme power and strong spells," She said and Lucas looked surprised. "How do you know?" He asked and she lifted her eyebrow a little. "My grandmother was a Goplinaten Witch," She said and Lucas looked surprised. "Really? I have heard that they are so powerful and the mother witch can even alive the dead," He was right. Those witches were one of their kind and known for their insane powers and strong spells. The spells could never be broken unless the reverse of their spell was not read.

As Clara was about to talk, Emrys raised a hand and said, “If you are truly who prophecy says you are, then you have a long way to go, I’m afraid.” She was about to talk again when Emrys was about to raise his hand so instead, she turned her question into a snarl, “Don’t you dare shush me again, Emrys. I mean it.” The pitcher of water beside her clattered to the ground without anyone touching it and spilled water onto the metal floor. Emrys’ gaze went to the pitcher of water and said, “You are a mouthy one, aren’t you? Anyway, you don’t know it but I will tell you. You are the most powerful witch to ever exist in centuries. Evelyn, your mother was supposed to tell you but she got to her befo

That our fate has been intertwined together, reaping the best benefits of Bergarian. “I now bless you both,” her eyes lit up to a bright blue, “with the power of Hecate herself, the blessing of perseverance, loyalty to the land, and the return of the dragon lineage. You may go in peace, feel the spirit of Hecate, and listen to her words.” The witch’s eyes glowed brightly until they finally dimmed. Looking at my Odessa, her eyes glowed just as bright, causing me to jerk my head back. The witch smiled, closing her book. “Now get out of here and go party, you bunch of kinky freaks,” she cackled.

It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the livings more than other elements, it will take away all oxygen in your body and around you it's a definite win if Lilan does it right. Though with immense worry for what damage w