Herbs In Witchcraft Novels & Stories

They make an altar out of routine and pray at it with their hands. Time admires this. Not because it is kind. Because it is efficient. I carry a basket through the morning streets like I’m gathering herbs, and I am, technically. The basket contains yarrow and nettle and dried rosemary. It also contains a blunt piece of chalk, a spool of thread, a small beeswax candle, and a knife that has never known anything it didn’t deserve. This is hedge witchery. Not lightning. Not prophecy. Not the ridiculous theatrics people want when they say the word witch like they’re tasting sin.

“Our girl has been talking about her best friend since she came last time. She even told her dad about her.” Abby’s hand tightened around Carly’s. “You are my best friend, too.” Carly’s smile was big as she leaned in. “Don’t be afraid, okay?” Abby nodded. “I trust you guys.” I had to clear my throat. I don’t know why, but I started to feel choked up. “Okay.” I stepped back top the bowl and lit the cotton. I added the herbs I needed. Dried acorn for protection and personal power. Adder’s tongue for healing. Ague weed for hex breaking. Bamboo for hex breaking and protection. The pit in my stomach grew bigger. So many of the herbs were for protection, healing, and hex breaking. Usually, only on

Kelda The scent of burning sage and sweetgrass filled my workshop, mingling with the musty aroma of ancient leather-bound books and worn parchment. My hands moved with practiced precision as I ground dried herbs in my mortar, the familiar motions helping to ground my racing thoughts. Each plant had been carefully chosen - lavender for clarity, wolfsbane for protection, and rowan berries for strength against dark magic. My healer's instincts told me we would need every advantage we could get.

He is known to be tall and has followed a path that distinguishes him from other warlocks, leading to significant destruction and numerous deaths. This individual possesses considerable power and abilities that some witches may no longer possess. Currently, witches practice spellcasting with balance and intention. We are strong and limitless but only need power when it is used; otherwise, it remains dormant. For those needing this power, love is essential, though it can also lead to its undoing. This information is provided as a precautionary measure, although it is hoped that it may not be necessary. Be aware that while I have not met you, I hold concern for you. We shall communicate throug

They walked into a large hut which was covered with green vines, many exotic and medicinal and different range of colors of plants. The front door was slightly opened and Erza who was in front of Atarah walked in. "Olga, I brought the herbs." Erza said with a singing voice as she dropped the basket on the ground, along with other plants. "Oh, thanks you so much. Dear." Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire." He stands walking to his book shelf and pulling out a very large book. When he opened it he looked at it funny then began to pat his chest and look in drawers. "ehem" I fake cleared my throat "on your head?" he reached up and pulled a pair of bifocals from his hair,

One of the Alphas asked doubtfully. I could understand his doubt, and I wanted to see how Exalia would react to it. Exalia seemed to be prepared for that question as she nodded, “That might not necessarily be true. It's a common knowledge, one which I'm not sure if it's true or not. But, According to what I know, we can use herbs, such as garlic, which serves as a purifier and protection. We would just make sure all our warriors had this plant on them. And, even more so, we have iron daggers and salt circles, which are effective in disrupting magic and weakening these supernatural beings.” Exalia explained in detail, and the room fell into another prolonged silence.