Faery Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry…I guess I’m just scared.” “That’s smart.” Gemma replied as Bailey wrapped herself tightly in the towel, taking care to make sure her breasts and ass were fully covered. “Wild Fae magick isn’t something to trifle with. The magick we are born with is a small taste. The actual portal magick comes from both worlds. It’s good to be afraid. It’ll keep you from being stupid and wielding it without care.”

It almost breaks me, but Rowan’s hand is at my shoulder, Mara’s at my back, Fen’s steady at my side. When it’s done, Fyre slumps, empty but peaceful for the first time in years. “Thank you, daughter,” she whispers. “I hope you never need to give it back. But if you do—don’t be afraid.” I hold her, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve taken on. The pack stares in awe, some in fear. The air is lighter, the ground steady beneath us, the sky suddenly very, very blue. As twilight falls, I send out a silent call, magic pulsing through the forest. At midnight, the witches come—three, cloaked and sharp-eyed, their steps soundless on the leaf mold. The eldest, her hair silver, examines Fyre wi

“There’s something else affecting her.” My jaw tightens. “Explain.” “She’s bound.” The word lands heavy. Sharp. Unfamiliar in this context—but not entirely unknown. My gaze drops to Nyxara. To the faint rise of her chest. To the unnatural stillness of her body. “Bound how?” I ask. The witch exhales slowly, clearly choosing her words carefully. “I’ve only ever heard of it in older accounts… stories, really,” she admits. “From creatures that don’t exist anymore. Fae. Older beings. Magic that predates what we use now.”

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

I didn't think I could handle it. Fae? Was there proof that I wasn't human? After scanning through different articles about Faeries, I had started to question myself. Faeries were paranormal creatures, existing from the lineage of the goddess Fayre, who had been known as the fairy witch. With time, faeries began to crossbreed and soon there were no full faeries again, making people believe they had gone into extinction even though there were still few of them scattered about the mortal realm, but that wasn't what caught my attention, what did was the description of the true descendants of the fairy witch, they were mostly female with fiery red hair and their most common ability was that they

She released herself from her mother's arm after a while and faced the fairies. "Fairies! We've wronged these wolves, for they are a part of Greiner, but however, their home was taken from them by our people" she waved her hands in the wolves direction and continued "it is the Great fairy mother's wish that they returned to their home and may we all leave peaceful again." Both fairies and werewolves nodded their heads in agreement. Conri then stepped towards Nuala and said to her; "Thank you, Nuala, For keeping your promise" Conri blinked and she threw her arms around Conri kissing him ardently on the lips. Conri returned the kiss slightly sliding his arms around her waist. They released eac

“Oh, dearie. We’re werewolves. Of course they’re real. As are witches. Plus, your a goddess and Chris is a demi god. The only thing that we haven’t proven is real, yet, is ghosts. There are fae as well. They are very rare here, preferring to stay in their own realm, and very tricky. You must watch what you say to a Fae. You can never promise them something or ask them for a favor. If you ask for a favor, you most likely will not like their price.” I can feel my mouth hanging open with that mouthful of information. That’s a lot of information to process. “So, vampires are the likely suspect?” “Yes. The fae do not intervene like that. The witches leave a magical smell when it’s them and there

I know she is now doubting her mate and it's my fault, but Fiona deserves her true Leanan Sidhe*. Rian's witch is an old crone. She might have some link to the druids but she's a traditionally trained witch. No psychic abilities, just a lot of herbs, spells, and sage. The witch comes out of the bathroom, sage, eucalyptus, and dried flowers muttering chants in an ancient language. Her curly silver hair falls like ringlets around her face. It wouldn't matter because her brown tattered and worn cloak has a hood already doing that. It's like talking to a faceless being.

The werewolf princess inhaled sharply, “They exist?” “Of course. From Fairies comes Fae. Fae’s control elements, Fairies, are beings of magic. They bring life to our castle.” Sunitra explained. “These fairies are not exactly people. Their real form is magic; they take this humanoid form for fun and to make interactions clearer…which is useless because only fae people can understand fairies, regardless of which form they choose.” “Oh, they don't speak?” Odessa asked. “Nope. Just gestures.”

They started the next morning. I watched from a distance. I did not trust myself to be closer. The bond was screaming warnings but Lena had made her choice and I had to respect that even if I hated it. Kieran took her to the center of the ruins. The place where the artifact had been. Where reality was still slightly bent from everything that had happened there. "Witch magic is about intention and will," he said. "You decide what you want to happen and you force reality to comply through focus and power. Exhausting. Limited. Completely wrong for Fae."