Mermaid Witchcraft Novels & Stories

This time tomorrow we should be marching for the royal pack , the witches will meet us just outside the pack to help bring down the pack’s protective shield . As far as we know they have no idea we have witches , news of the redhead witch taking on the status of high priestess arrived yesterday . Cicero was furious , the witch holds so much power her light aura is the strongest he has ever seen in all his three hundred years . Her grandma , Merida, was strong but nothing like her . She is mated to the little prince’s Beta . I have told the lord to take out her mate , distract her , throw her off her game .

Arden decided to see this visitor before alerting Aurora. Arden walked to his office and pushed open the door. An older woman who looked to be in her late sixties stood in the center of his office. "Alpha Arden," The woman said as she bowed slightly. "Yes? And who are you?" Arden asked. He walked around to the other side of the desk. "My name is Meredith. I am one of the elder witches from the Whispering Shadows Coven. I heard that you are wanting a meeting with the coven," none of what she said was a question. Arden only nodded in response.

"Now, Elizabeth, shall we discuss your secret? Or would you prefer to tell them yourself?" Elizabeth's face went pale. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't you? You're not just a healer, Elizabeth. You're a witch. A blood witch, specifically. One who's been using James's death to anchor a resurrection spell. You've been collecting components this entire time. The question is, who are you trying to bring back? James himself? Or someone else?" "That's not, I would never…" "There are traces of ritual magic on your hands," Meridith said. "I can smell the copper and rosemary. You performed a blood rite less than an hour ago. So I'll ask again: who are you trying to resurrect?"

As they saw me approaching, Meredith set down her gardening trowel down and smiled happily to me. “Britty!” she gleamed, and she rushed over and hugged Aurora. My wolf whined happily and nuzzled her excitedly, nearly knocking my delicate friend down. After a moment, we took a step back and I quickly shifted back into myself. I pulled the fitness outfit out of my bag and quickly changed into it, so not to blind anyone from my ivory skin. “Lovely to see you, my friend.” Meredith greeted happily. She was of Celtic decent; her entire family was. Indeed, her grandmother was a very old and respected witch of white magic as well as a respected member of the council.

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

"We came as soon as we sensed the demonic manifestation." "Who are you?" Lucian demanded. "High Priestess Morgana of the Eastern Coven. And you, Lucian Drăculești, have broken the Treaty of Shadows. No demon manifestations in neutral territory. That was the agreement." "I don't answer to witches." "You do when you summon demons in our territory." Morgana raised her hands, and the other witches formed a circle around the demon. "Sisters, contain it." They began chanting in a language older than Latin. The demon shrieked and thrashed, but magical chains formed around it, pulling it down, binding it.

Roger and Clarke said in unison. “News flash, I am not myself right now,” Miranda gestured, using her thumb to point at herself. Her body was a virgin, but the one she was stuck in was not. “Pure in this case doesn't mean a virgin status,” Lazarus scratched his head. “Why are you scratching your head? That makes me even more worried,” Nigel complained. “Well, the goddess Hecate wrote this book —” He hesitated. “Who's that?” Roger asked. “She's the goddess of witchcraft,” Miranda spoke up. “I read about her in the Vanderwolf's library. She is responsible for creating witchcraft. She is who the witches praise.”

“Alright we’re here so let's begin.” She nods, opening the book. “So I know you are aware of Witches. There are a few full blooded witches who are very powerful beings. Because of how rare they are they live in New Zealand in a sanctuary that no one can touch. But, they are more of a subclass of creature rather than a species. They have procreated over time with all sorts of magical beings over the centuries so many people have witches blood in their lineage. The stronger the blood the more powerful they are. They craft potions and use grimoires to formulate the recipes, which you must have witches blood to do so. Some grimoires can’t even be read if you don’t have strong enough blood in you

She howled in pain, her husband had broken her heart, and the heart of the pack. After the war amongst witches, wolves and humans, it was discovered that the real enemies are the humans, so the witches lived among the wolves, in harmony, they had no issues, they shared things in common, and helped each other in different ways, until something happened, a witch living among the wolves fell inlove with a human, whose number one priority was to hunt wolves for tearing his family apart, the witch, shared details with this human, who in return killed her and the wolves he could get, ever since then, the wolves banned the witches to stay on their own, never to be seen close to wolves again. No wol

I pondered, “Mediation.” “Fair enough.” Accepting the paper back, she returned to her desk. Rummaging through the drawers, Sungul pulled out a few items. “You’ll need to draw a circle and sit in the middle of it. Choose whatever candles you like.” She handed me a basket filled with chalk, salt, candles, and matches. I accepted the basket, taking a peak at the many colorful candles. “As you're chanting this,” She hands me a sheet of paper, “You’ll take whatever crystal you like and fill it with your mana. There's plenty at the bottom.” I took another peek into the basket.