Divination Witch Novels & Stories

said the Alpha, while Eric maintained a relative silence as he spoke. Still confused, I asked; "what are you want Sir?" His arms were still holding firmly to my shoulders as I asked. "Deborah had a basin filled with water. Once she invokes anyone, the picture and the current location of the individual invoked will appear on the surface of the water, in that way, she can monitor the individual. Not just her, I have also witnessed other Witches perform such astonishing magic. I wish you coul

I suggested as I touched his shoulder to stop him from leaving. "Okay so I've been reading about Evangeline, the first ever witch, and she had many powers, including the ability to find people, all we have to do is find a witch that has the ability to find people, they can help you find Maya, you don't need the council" I told him with a smug smile, but Mike shook his head "It won't work, your majesty, the witches that have this ability can only find those that have a soul, and seen as though demons are created not born...."

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?

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.

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

Caelum glanced at me then leaned towards his grandfather, “do you know something?” The King’s eyes sharpened with something that looked like interest as he looked at me as if he was just seeing me for the first time, “I have seen something like this before, in a book. Witches can identify one another by the smell of sandalwood. Tell me, Wren Blackwell, which one of your parents belonged to a coven?”

With no other acknowledgement, I pull the blinds, covering the windows and dimming the room. Taking her seat, Mattie waits while the other older woman sits, then explains. “We’re going to work backwards, tracing the arrow’s life until we find the witch who cursed it. At that point, we’ll focus on her. Once the divination begins, you should all be able to see what we’re seeing in the reflection of the water—don’t look directly into the bowl, look for the water’s reflection. Alpha, if you’ll position yourself on one side or the other of me, I’ll just need a light tap or squeeze on my shoulder to confirm a few of the events we see to make certain we’re on the right path. Otherwise, try to avoid