Divination Witch Novels & Stories

“You’re aware of the curse Divan was under, yes? Well, can you remember who Divan sent to kill that witch while he was fighting the Rogue Alpha?” “It was Levi, but…” I trail off, my eyes widening slightly. “Wait, what are you implying?” He pulls out his cell phone as he answers me. “We don’t know what happened in the time Divan issued that order and Levi killed the witch. From what we’ve seen, her hexes are powerful and they usually attack the person’s deepest fears. It will require a high priestess to confirm, so I’m calling my brother.” “What about Divan and Levi?”

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

she asked, interrupting him. Aaron sighed inwardly. He had to be patient, he reminded himself. She couldn’t run away from her feelings forever. “Well, typically, ancient packs have shamans. Most werewolves don’t have magic inside them, but the shamans have at least a small spark of power. They use this power to practice divination. And through the divination ceremony, they’re able to determine if a werewolf has found his or her fated mate.”

Juni sighs, “Diva just sent me a list to pick the type of champagne for their wedding.” Tomorrow is their wedding, it feels...so surreal. Diva, the loud obnoxious woman is getting married tomorrow, in the academy, she almost tried to hook up with me, but hell, love changes someone so deep. “I might not have black magic and that shit, but I feel like tomorrow will be a little dark. Or, am I just overreacting?” First, I take her phone and place it back on the table, before turning towards her, “You are a witch, of course it’s easier to predict things.” I say, ever since I learnt about Juni and Cleo being witches, I browsed all the available books about witches.

“That deck’s backlog of energy?” ​ The witch nodded, “This is a deck passed down through my family for the last couple of generations.” She smirked. “These cards saw the Spanish Inquisition and lived to tell their tail across the world some two centuries later. Needless to say, they’ve seen a lot of shit and stored even more.” Ava sat back in her seat, “And they…want to read me?” The witch shrugged, “It’s the seeking nature of divination. They’re called to uncover and drawn to those who need uncovering.”

How I saw the Red One, Roweena, and Iona. “Can we replicate it?” Bhakti asks—always the pragmatist. “Definitely,” I say. “Any witch who knows the ritual can do it. They just need a little of my blood and a basic idea of who they’re looking for. Doesn’t even need to be a picture.” “What do you need?” Devin asks. I give him a list. He stares off into space—probably mindlinking someone. A few minutes later, a she-wolf I don’t recognize walks in, carrying everything I need. She smells faintly of the same soap Nathan used.

"So, what about it? Can you help, Ayla?" Ayla looked confused. "What do you mean, Garth? I'm not a witch. I'm just a Sacred Elder who's been given the gift of divination. I—" "Rowena." Just the name made Ayla freeze. She blinked stiffly. "W-what?"

The witch’s gaze flickered between them, her voice dropping to a whisper that tugged at the edges of sanity. “Divide them.” Erevon stilled. Draven’s brows rose. The witch continued. “United, they are unstoppable. But divided?” A soft, chilling laugh escaped her. “They crumble like sand in your hands.” Erevon’s eyes narrowed. “You plan to separate them?” “Not physically,” she replied. “Emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually.” Her fingers lifted, trailing through the cold air. “We must target their weaknesses. Their hearts. Their fears. Their attachments.”

“Regardless, with all this information, I think I’m able to considerably narrow our search for Daryl’s lair!” declared Walter joyously. “…What do you mean, Uncle Zeman?” asked Gerald with a slightly raised brow. “Well, you see, the witches had a special method of learning witchcraft. It’s quite different from cultivation, mind you. After all, when we cultivate, we rely on the holy spirit to align the meridians in our bodies and condense our essential qi. Witches, on the other hand, mainly rely on external things to practice their witchcraft, such as insects, herbs, and even human blood!”

The Hekate was directly in front of me of course, but I managed to sneak a peek at Lixiss and she shot me an encouraging smile before she wiped it from her face, the serious expression returning. "Corisande of the Circe Coven, you have come of age and as tradition dictates, your ascension is to begin." The Hekate began, before handing me a goblet and dagger. "Before we start, your blood must be offered to Nicneven for with this, the goddess will be able to divine your fate and reveal it to you, as with all witches who come of age.” She nodded and resolutely, I slit the palm of my hand, wincing at the sharp sting. I tried not to think about the dagger tasting the blood of hundreds if not thou