Forest Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Alpha Wick impatiently asked. “Your brother use black magic on both of you. It’s a black spell called “spirit switch”. Where by the minds of the two parties involved will be switched. I felt it within him and when I questioned him about it, he send people after me. That’s one of the reasons why I made my forest fortified. Then I didn’t get the clear picture of what was happening but I still thought you were still the one”. The shaman explained. “Is that the reason I couldn’t feel my wolf too?”. Alpha Wick helplessly asked.

“The witches… if a wolf doesn’t have a mate—or if their mate is already dead—they find another wolf. And… they fabricate a bond.” I stare at him. “What?!” “They use enchantments. Dark magic. They force the wolves to believe they’ve found their mate. They stage it—manipulate emotions. Bind them together physically. It’s not real—not like the Moon Goddess’ bond. But if the wolf has never known one… or lost theirs…” He swallows. “They believe it.”

What was being drawn was the sigil of the Pentacle with a half moon going across the inside edge of each triangle. They struggled as the wind drove them back. The force of the line of the convergence suppressed the magic which they had and the sigil fluctuated every now and then, making it to clear off the forehead of those who had it drawn already. Echoes of chanting spells began to echo loudly. Sight instantly transited to see what it was and amidst darkness, in the depth of the woods, seven witches were surrounding a burning fire which was upon an altar. Their faces weren't covered however, they were new to the tale. Four men and three women who had their hooded cloak resting by their nec

“This type of magic is used by a group of evil witches, The Crimson Veil Coven.” “I’v heard that name in stories and warnings from the elders”. I managed to tell Lizzy. “They were banned from all wolf territories centuries ago,” Lizzy continued. Her fingers traced the cover as she was trying to show me what she meant. “For using dangerous mind and bond altering spells. Spells that can break mates and spells that can control Alphas.” I stared at her. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because I recognize the signature, Freya.” Her voice cracked.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

“Your blood… it’s different.” Her heart skipped. “What?” “It smells like a wolf. But also… something else.” He leaned closer, inhaling. “Like magic. Old magic.” She shoved him back. “Don’t.” He stood abruptly. “You’re not just a hybrid. You’re Lycan.” The word hung in the air like poison. Seline froze. Lycan, the ancient wolf-blooded witches, hunted to extinction centuries ago. Her mother’s warning echoed: “Never tell anyone what you are.”

"For a witch." "For my mate," Kael said. "The species is irrelevant to the law." "The species," Maren said, and now the pleasantness in her voice had thinned to something underneath it, something cold and very old, "is the entire point of the law, Kael. Ordinance Seventeen exists because wolf witches are a destabilizing force. They can unravel the bonds that hold packs together. They can unmake what the moon built." Her eyes moved to me. Cool and direct and entirely without warmth. "This one tried to sever your bond the moment she met you. You told me as much in your report."

I struggled to rip my hand from his grasp again," Gerwulf if what you say is true then you need to reject me. I'll only be a danger to the pack." Gerwulf's grip tightened and his face hardened," NEVER say that to me again, El. The moon goddess put us together for a reason. I think you often forget that I'm only half a wolf... which is to be expected. You've spent so much time around me that it's not shocking to you like it is others. Witches and shapeshifters can benefit greatly from one another. If you can learn to shift and control it we could become a great force to behold on the battlefield. You'll feed my magick and be able to hold your own against others."

He smiled, remarking how that day had replayed in his mind continuously for the past six years. As the witches commenced their chant in an unfamiliar tongue, a sudden wind began to displace items from the table, sending papers into a flurry. The candles, once lit, flickered to black. Krystal urged everyone to retreat, explaining that black candles signify malevolence and expressing her doubts about the ritual. Her mother reassured her, insisting that this needed to transpire for life to progress positively.

In front of us was a large maze that needed to be explored step by step. "Maybe it has something to do with witchcraft." The book in the ancient book pavilion, Kate secretly ran back to get the book, the unknown ritual symbol in the cave. Witchcraft was no secret in the werewolf world. A few werewolves were obsessed with the fact that it could change their fate, such as improving their abilities, changing their identities, and even getting something for nothing. Although the Parliament did not strictly prohibit such research, because witchcraft was treacherous and dangerous, as far as I know, none of the werewolves who performed the magic would come back alive.