Divination Witch Novels & Stories

"You certainly haven't seen the witch who split her soul into seven just because she wanted revenge on her werewolf mate. Her magic is one of the five forbidden magics in the Idris covenant." "What? Dividing the soul into seven?"

The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual. The maidens lined up, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. The divine witch began her incantations, her voice rising and falling with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very ground they stood on. She moved slowly, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she passed by each maiden. Finally, she stopped in front of a young woman named Isabella. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The witch placed her hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and a bright light enveloped them both.

I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

"I stole her mannerisms to slip into the real world. That's how it's done. Mimic, infiltrate." Devon nodded, stepping closer to me, his hand brushing my back possessively. I shrugged it off, but he just smirked. "You also need a powerful witch for the ritual. Chant an incantation the whole time you're there. If it breaks—any interruption—you get stuck. Die in seven days." I stared at the newcomers. "Who are these people?" Devon gestured casually. "The woman? Thelma. Our witch. Handles the spells, the crossings."

She felt only the fire. Inside her, the "Witch" was no longer a dormant spark or a gentle guiding hand; it was a white-hot, unchecked inferno. Her hair, a cascade of deep violet, whipped around her face in the gale, the brilliant silver streaks within the strands glowing with a celestial, lunar light. Her eyes were no longer the soft violet of a woman; they were glowing orbs of incandescent silver, the mark of a High Priestess Witch fully awakened. It clawed at the lining of her ribs, its hunger fueled by a primal, maternal desperation that threatened to consume her sanity.

Bruce froze, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes, which still blazed with golden flames. But the next second, a deeper growl rumbled from his throat. "Yes. Please." I hadn't expected him to agree so readily. This was, after all, a rather private matter. I scrambled to sit up, my fingers tracing the sigil of an unlocking spell in the air. As a witch who specialized in the magic of mechanisms, a minor lock like this was child's play. I had to maintain an air of professionalism.

I defend in a loud voice. "Well, look where it has landed us," she shouts back and turns away from me with a hiss. I watch her, trying to contain my anger, She paces about the room, deep in thought. A few seconds later she turns to me and starts speaking again. "We need to start finding a way to get out of here. I can't remember correctly, but there are a group of people called Diviners. The humans call them witches, although the name has gotten obscure. These people know about the werewolf world and have some connections with the oracles back in Avalon. It's a secret that only the royals in Avalon know. I'm letting you in on it because of our current situation. Never tell another soul, plea

They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically. Mireholt (MY-er-holt) – Swamp witches and blood mages who draw power from decay, rot, and ancestral bones. Their spellcraft is primal and raw, passed down through generations steeped in earth and sacrifice. Foxglove (FOX-gluv) – Masters of venom, temptation, and misdirection. Foxglove witches are spies, poisoners, and political fixers. Their magic is beautiful, seductive, and always has a catch. Thornveil (THORN-vayl) – Defensive spellcrafters and rune-wielders who specialize in hex barriers, sigil locks, and protection circles. When a Thornveil shields you, nothing gets through, unless they want it to.

I wondered if he knew what type of witch I was. All witches could do spells and various divination techniques. We also all had varying psychic abilities, ‘witch senses’ I called them. Beyond that each witch could perform a type of elemental magic: earth, fire, water, air, and shadows. The elemental power wasn’t inherited, it was the stars and the moon that determined what type of elemental magic a witch would have. How powerful a witch was depended entirely on their strength of will.

As such, it is a form of divination. Witches: A woman thought to have magic powers. Wizards: A man who has magical powers. Werewolves: A person who changes for periods of time into a wolf, typically when there is a full moon or by will. Vampires: A woman or a man who feeds on human blood, is faster than a cheetah and can compel anyone to do something. Demons: A demon is a person or spirit seen as evil. Elementalist: An Elementalist is a person who uses elemental magic. Elements can be defined as Wind, Light, Fire, Dark, Earth, Water, etc.