Faery Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Her senses are tingling. Fae magic is not as powerful as a witch’s but they are quite useful in constructing architectures and buildings. Moreover, faes are physically quite strong with acute senses which can detect enemies approaching from miles away. Unlike witches who are humans and have a short lifespan, faes live for hundreds of years. They are useful in battles for their strength and ability to withstand pain because they heal quickly unless they are hit with mercury. Mercury is deadly to them like silver is to werewolves and Lycans.

he challenged in a warning tone. She responded with a faint smile and a quick nod of her head. Beau cleared his throat, leaning forward in his chair so his elbows rested on his thighs. “So what can you tell us about the Gylandies?” “They’re quickly growing in numbers, offering people they attack the chance to join the movement or die. They currently have over one hundred faeries and around eight witches. There is one witch who takes charge when casting spells, I don’t know where she gets her power from but she isn’t to be underestimated. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she used to be part of the Fer Fung coven, she’s that powerful.”

Something to do with life and portals. She hadn’t really paid that much attention to her first lesson. It was honestly rather overwhelming to find out that she was some kind of witch (though that term was considered insulting) or fae (slightly less insulting, but still not wildly accepted). That there was a whole group of women, world wide, who carried some kind of gift that allowed them to bend nature to their will.

He blinked, as if in both shock and yet, nothing else but this made sense. I leave him to his thoughts, scanning his surroundings instead. "Now that we have come to an understanding, it is clear to me you can not shift because ..." I cock an eyebrow at the crumbs that surround him and the half-eaten cake, which is more or less two times larger than he is. Faeries are not like we wolves. They have no stubborn restless beasts that share their bodies. They shift with magic, reshaping themselves. He gasps, "Are you calling me fat?!"

"Yes. The early witches aimed at using their magic to provoke terror, to harm and hurt people, often for selfish gain. As time grew by, we evolved, a few of us anyway, and sought redemption, turning our power towards protection and healing. Just a few, though. However, fairy magic has always been inherently pure. It was never meant for malice, not until their own ruler corrupted the balance, twisting it for personal ambition. It's focused—" "On healing, mostly," I completed, the information surfacing from the countless old books and scattered scrolls I had absorbed recently. It was a rapid-fire d******d of knowledge I hadn't realized I possessed. "Because the fairies were smaller at origin,

"Yes mummy, you are a halfbreed. You have the blood of the witch and the werewolf. After I had that horrifying dream, a fae appeared to me and gave me this book." Wait, how the hell did she know what a fae was. In fact, how did she see the fae? It is something impossible. A fae is a mystical being hidden from the face of every being in the world. Any fae caught then in the pack was always killed because they had been considered bad luck. Only the witches has the ability to talk to a fae or see one. "She told me this would lead you on how to un-spell Daddy and how to get rid of Sean."

I find myself sitting up, concentratedly. "The Kard realm is a replica of our realm; witches, warlocks, werewolves, Lycans, fairies, goblins, elves and all sort of creatures. While the witches in our realm, engage more in spells, potions/herbs, tricks and magics, theirs’ entail more in dark arts manipulation and visions.

“Without your title or the Supernatural Council’s backup, entering faerie territory will be dangerous.” “All right.” I sat up a little straighter. His fingertips grazed my bicep. “We need to arm ourselves.” “Did you ever do any research on what hurts faeries?” I asked. He nodded. “There are too many different species out there, but most of them are either susceptible to iron or salt.” “Which are easy to detect.” I folded my arms across my chest. “If some common item made me weak, I’d commission the wards to strip those dangerous items so they never enter Aether.”

“You keep to the hedges tomorrow. The fae have been lively.” “Define lively,” I said. “Taking things that aren’t theirs and returning them wrong,” he said. “There’s a story about the witches in the bush—” Maeve snorted. “He means the hedge-witches. Not the ones with costumes and candles. The old craft in the thorn and the gorse. They keep the line between polite and feral.” “Do they keep wolves out?” I asked. “If the wolf knows how to listen,” Niall said. “Most don’t.”

Witches could never use it though, because only royal fae could excrete it & they didn't give it over willingly. Most of us supernaturals don't ever admit it out loud, but the fae are incredibly powerful. They are essentially beings made of stardust, grounded to the earth by a raw connection to the earth. They are the living embodiment of magic in it's purest forms. Yea, they go dark too, but when they their magic becomes unpure & it's not as strong, but they are still quite dangerous, even more so than dark witches, because they're made of pure magic, whereas witches have a human element to them.