Divination Witch Novels & Stories

Both of them answered in unison, which made me laugh. Alan cleared his throat and started. He looked serious now. "The witches are led by the High Priestess. She's the most powerful of them all, and nobody knows just how old she truly is. Witches don’t just make potions. It’s rare, but some of them could also control elements. Four of the strongest witches who are most capable with the elemental spells are given the title 'Lady.' They each have mastery over a specific element, reporting directly to the High Priestess.”

After all, what could she want from me, especially when I had nothing to offer? — Wizards and Archmages are the only ones who can still use enchantments and divine prayers, although many prefer dark magic. Lastly, the Wiccans. You're quite unique, Olivia. Wiccans can't create magic or use spells. Instead, you use the energy around you or stored in something. The four common types are fire, water, air, and earth. But you're not common. The kind of energy you use is cursed. — Do I cast curses on people?

I said, trying to keep my voice steady. She looked at me with a mix of surprise and skepticism. "Your mate? A ritual? What kind of ritual?" I explained to her about the ancient practice of performing incantations to determine whether two supernatural beings are meant to be together I told her it was divination or fortune-telling, and it has been practiced in various forms across many cultures throughout history. Divination is the practice of seeking knowledge about the future or the unknown through supernatural means, such as interpreting signs and symbols or performing rituals and incantations.

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A low creak echoed through the grove, and a voice floated out—like smoke curling through cracks. “You shouldn’t have come.” The witch stood in the doorway, her frame small but bent, wrapped in layers of black and grey. Her eyes were clouded with cataracts, yet they found Derek and Diva as if sight were a suggestion she had long outgrown. Derek bowed his head respectfully. “We come for knowledge.” The witch tilted her head. “Knowledge has a cost.” “We’ll pay it,” Diva said. The witch's lips curled into a smile that wasn’t warm.

She pulled out a leather-bound tome and flipped through its pages until she found what she was looking for. "A witch who has undergone the White Moon Ritual bears certain marks—a silver crescent that appears on her left wrist during pregnancy, and an aura that can be detected by other magical beings. If she lacks these signs, then she's either not pregnant or not a witch." She continued reading from the book, explaining the various tests that could be performed to determine paternity in cases involving magical bloodlines. The methods were complex, requiring specific herbs and incantations, but they were far more reliable than any human medical procedure.

She clutched her staff tighter, glancing at the fireplace with distant eyes. Suddenly, she muttered something in a language Daciana couldn't understand and gestured for her disciple to bring a bowl of moon water. The disciple obeyed, setting the bowl beside the wolf toy, her movements quiet. The priestess frowned but eventually spoke up. “Stand back. I will begin the divination.” She closed her eyes and raised her hands above the small altar. The flames in the fireplace dimmed, bending its light and making the shadows in the room seem unnatural. Daciana watched in awe as a faint mist rose from the bowl, curling around the stuffed wolf before lifting it slightly into the air.

Ivy beckons George to come back, and she asks him to step into the salt circle without breaking it. I watch all of this from the back porch of Ivy’s home, trying to stay out of the way. Ivy pulls out an athame strapped to her belt and reaches for George’s arm. He doesn’t flinch when she slices into his forearm, catching the ruby red drops in a small bowl of water. “Sanguis in sanguine,” the witches chant together. “Invenire hominem.” They continue to repeat this chant. Willow dips a clear quartz pendulum into the bowl of blood. When she pulls it out, the quartz is now a bright blood red. She holds it up for Ivy to inspect.

I say sarcastically. “You will not fully have access to your power until your naming ceremony. And no, I am not saying you have a witch radar.” My guardian retorts, rolling her eyes. “I’m saying we already know through your wolf that you have some sort of gift related to foresight.” She begins to pace as she lays out her case. “That gift involves premonition, of course, but it is also a gift of strong intuition. Divination even.” “So what? Do I lay my hands on the veil and use my powers of divination?” I say with frustration.

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin