Divination Witch Novels & Stories

Drake said. “Why did I think this would be easy?” I asked, and he chuckled. “Oh, come now sweet Harper,” he said, “Since when have you liked anything easy.” I grinned, I guess he did have a point. “So who is this witch and how do we find her?” “The witch in question is the Warrior of the Divine Order for the magic users,” he said, “And how we find her, sweet Harper, is through you.”

KIARAS POV It’s been two months now since I arrived here at the White Haven Coven. Though, it definitely has felt longer. My first week here was tough trying to just fit in. There are definitely some witches and warlocks that made it their life’s mission to make me miserable. What gets me the most is that it’s mainly adults that have an issue with me. Aunt Karina told me to ignore them. That they are just jealous because I can tap into magic no one else can without using dark magic which would also cause them to lose their powers a lot faster. Not for me because dark magic was used to create me, so I get all the benefits and as far as we know, none of the downfall. Eventually, I lost my temp

Worship me, make love for me, call out my names. Mardoll and Freyja, Bercha and Syr, Butter Dame, Gullveig Gold Drink and Heith Ill-Speaker, sing for the Lady, dance for the Lover, cry for the Wife and heal for the Lover, worship me sweetly and offer me your strawberries, your amber, mead bright as honey and the bones of hallowed dead. I am the First Witch, a delight to evil women, Learning seidhr at my veiled mother Nerthus’ side,

PROLOGUE Long ago in the Land of Ramain, witches or anyone who were practicing witchery were being chased down and executed. The law of Ramain forbade the use of spells, witchcrafts and any form of magic to prevent chaos and maintain peace around the land. Witches escaped and isolated themselves in the middle of the woods, where no one could harm them. They also stayed away from one another to live safely. A witch named Sarah, who was separated from her family, lived alone in the dark side of the mountains. Her mother was one of the witches who died during the run and had no idea what happened to her older sisters and to their father.

she said and sat down beside Daciana who folded her hands to her chest. "You still see and hear things?" Daciana asked the little girl who nodded her head. "It is called divination Ana, not weird things" Okie corrected playfully. "What type of wolf has divinated power? Are you sure you are a wolf?" Daciana asked as she placed her hand on her stomach where Okie just removed hers. It took her sometime to know that she is pregnant and Okie knew that immediately she saw her? Okie laughed and nodded her head.

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

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

Robert asked with a secure tone. Louis stepped closer, "That is the riddle I have been trying to solve but you can journey to the kingdom of Nema, there lives a fortune teller that sees beyond the realm, she will help you with what you seek" Louis altered. "A witch?" Robert asked with dismay. Humans who have nothing in common and for him seeking help from a witch will not only bring disaster but a pain to his kingdom. Louis smiled," Mother Wakilimati isn't a witch my lord, she is just a woman endowed with spiritual powers to see beyond what men can't see with bare eyes"

He questioned with a stunned expression, his voice heavy with fading arousal and confusion. "The Goddess saved me that day," she repeated, turning back to look at the man who was now seated upright with his back against the headboard. "But this," she pointed at the swirls, "does not feel like her magic and now that I think about it, neither did it when it saved me that day." Orion eyed the purple-eyed woman with worry but made no comment about her strangeness. "So, what do you..." "I don't know," she confessed, a shadow of annoyance and fear washing over her delicate features. "But the Goddess will!" Helena exclaimed with a finger raised in victory.

He entered into the basement. There was a girl tied to a chair, her whole body was full of bruises which showed that it was the slash of knives on her skin. "She hadn't spoken yet." Ezra asked Mr. Grimes. "She refuses to talk I've tried all I can." Mr. Grimes said. "Father are you sure she's the right witch?." Ezra asked. "Am hundred percent sure. This is Devina, the witch with the ability to see visions, she knows all the werewolves in this city and she refuses to give out their names." Ezra said.