Fairies Witchcraft Novels & Stories

He has been very silent and knowing him, no way he was going to give up his throne, but that is not my business, as I know the demons will never side with us. “Demons hate wolves,” Axel said. “Yes, but we have allies, too. The witches, fae’s, fairies are our allies,” Daniel said. “Fairies don’t enjoy going to war because of their small population, fae’s might go, but they don’t really have that battle gut. We are only left with the witches and also the celestial witches and mother warriors,” I said. Fairies have the smallest population and that is because they mate once in every decade. Faes are too weak even if I trained them. We have the witches’ side and the celestial witch is Elder Ann,

He says, pulling me from my thoughts. “Yes, I can hear you, go on.” “Okay, so she was the missing piece that turned the war around. She single handedly led the werewolves and fairest into war, conquering the dragons and casting them out.” “What happened to the fairies and witches that didn't join the dragons?” “Fairies hid their existence since then some witches did too, a few can be found in some packs though.” “Wow, you're not such a bad storyteller,” I tease with a smile.

Clotho, Atropos, and Ethan came into the living room. “This is really bad. The meteor shower is tonight. We need Alice to recover fast” Lahkesis said furrowing her brows. “she will be ok by then. Right?” Ethan asked Both Clotho and Lahkesis kept quiet for a while. Seeing Ethan’s anxious face Clotho answered “ Fairies are very close to nature hence anything related to nature affects them deeply. They get both hurt and healed deeply. The plant has taken Alice’s strength making her weak. This is the reason she is feeling cold”

“Not your storybook princesses. Not fish-tailed angels. But creatures of tide and hunger. Their songs aren’t lullabies, they are traps. They drag ships under, for fun. For vengeance. For a different kind of delicacy.” I saw black eyes in green water, mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. I was gripping the stool so hard my knuckles ached. “Fair folk,” she said, her voice turning sharp. “Don’t ever call them fairies. That word is a lie. They are not cute. They are not kind. They are old as time, twisted by beauty and cruelty. They trade in riddles and pain. Step into their realm, and time will forget you. You will come back hollow, if you come back at all.”

She knew what she was and how badly it could be misinterpreted. Half-fairy. One of the most ill-regarded creatures by many — including among supernaturals — seen as treacherous, manipulative beings who could read feelings with ease and shape them according to their will. But they didn’t know that not all of them were like that. They didn’t know that the woodland fairies, like her, were different. Connected to healing, to communication with nature… And to the subtle influence of the weather. And she preferred that they remained unaware.

Her voice was clear like a drop of water to the still sea, giving a resonating beautiful echo. "I'm still on the way, what is it Claudia?" He asked in a low tone out of consideration that the girl was sleeping. "The business on the South had been finished, the humans have been hiding things according to the faeries. They said the faceless has been kidnapping children in the South village. But strangely, the faeries claimed that the faceless to have been killed by the villagers instead."

A new determination settles in my chest and I shut off the water and get out to dry off and get ready to go to my office and make some calls. (Beth POV) I have been sitting on this log just inside the forest watching as the Goddess goes from wolf to wolf attempting to install wisdom and encouragement. WItches are different. We weren't born from the Moon Goddess and we don’t worship her. We worship the elements Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. Witches can align themselves with whomever they please, some with packs and with any other species including humans. Most witches practice black or white magic, I prefer grey. I believe that even black magic can be used for good though I am careful with wha

I tried to touch it again but it was flying too fast. “Nen, is it a good idea to touch an unidentified flying object?” Ethan started, drawing me back to him with my elbow. “It’s not an object,” I said, rolling my eyes. Ethan gave me a look. “It’s not!” I continued. “Can’t you see, it has life? It’s…alive.” I said, reaching out to touch the moth-like creature. It came to me this time, settling on the tip of my index finger. It left almost immediately, flying straight to the exit of the garage. Then, it clicked. It wanted to come with! Finally, my witch powers were going to have some importance. I stood up and took Ethan’s hand in mine.

We turn the corner and in the clearing up ahead I see Marigold, Jasper, Juniper, Rainy, and Antigone all sitting in the mud, small knives in their hands digging away at roots, stems, and berries, stashing them away in small canvas bags. “Wildcrafting Day?” I query, intrigued. At the sound of my voice, Juniper looks up and waves, her curls bouncing in her high ponytail. “We made a deal with the fae to have the last Sunday of the month to gather our spell materials from these woods since we don’t have any wooded territory of our own.” He elaborates. “The witches used to control all the woods from Dows Prairie to Kneeland, but when the Fae had to move their mound to the Arcata Community Forest

“That's why so many witches come here. One look and they know you can be trusted." “Is it just sorcery or can everyone see auras?” That would be a cool trick and damn useful. “Witches, some fairies, but not vampires or werewolves. Either way, you didn't let me finish. Black witches use blood and sacrifice in their craft. Witches use demons."