Mermaid Witchcraft Novels & Stories

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.

No one knew about his magick, except Zach, his best friend. The coven of witches in Coven Groves was extinct, when the last real witch with pure magick, this Paula's grandmother, died and after that, there were mostly only wiccan people with soft magick, whose ancestors were real witches or wizards. Miranda Belize, the owner of the sweet tooth, was also from the wiccan line and she had soft magick, too. She was also an Earth witch, who made remedies with water and herbs. The librarian in their town, Mama Bora, was also someone with soft magick. Until Art. Art was the first one in decade with powerful pure magick.

It was was the red moon day in Hades court, the sacrificial day and also a day to give back to their source, "The End Realm" All elders sitted round the sacred coven,dresed in a black cloak with each holding there magic wand, with an empty seat is empty, that of Meera. Just before the ritual began, the eldest of the court summoned their acient witch mother, the only witch in history posses the dark crystal. The head however couldn't get through, he noticed something was wrong. He felts detached from his root, he felt like his access has been denied.

"Perhaps Cylester is right Sebastian. Rosy said that we could trust him and what he says. There is no way he could lie to us knowing that we could kill him at any given moment." Sebastian huffs crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. "You say a witch named Mericel has them? Do you know where?" Conner questions. I shook my head." Unfortunately I am not sure but I have an idea of where she could have them. Mericel is the strongest dark witch alive, surpassing my dear Rue by just a little. She is known for being the first to create an enchanted forest known to trap beings that can never escape." Conner nods humming and lets go of a now calm Sebastian. "Perhaps this is why we felt the bon

We just have to agree that if the plan works, it doesn’t matter who came up with it. What matters is that we both make it out of this alive. After pizza, beer, watching Josh Johnson on YouTube, and trading a shit ton of memes, we finally got on the same page. I think we’re good now. We better be—with what we’re about to walk into. We meet Meredith, Fatima, Freya, Mikela, and Evanora in the large natural clearing the Mother witches use for most of their ceremonies. Looking around, I expected to see Aubrey and Jai with their witch partners, but it’s just Phoenix and me.

“Kill the witch!” My chest felt tight, I could not breathe right but I forced the words out. “Look at the facts,” I said. “Mara was twisted, arms bent, and black veins everywhere. That takes strong controlled magic. I can barely light a candle without it flickering. My power is new and unstable. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.” A few people went quiet and looked at each other.

Graysen drew her closer to him and lightly pecked her cheek. " Shall we go on?" Graysen stared at Ryan, who was smiling at his mate. "Let us introduce ourselves first, Alpha," Medea smirked. "My name is Medea, and I'm a fire witch," she replied, smiling at Fleurie, who smiled back. "I'm Eve, and I control water," she said, receiving a smile in response. "Isis, an ice, wind, and land witch," she said flatly to Fleurie.

Her voice annoys me further. I badly want to rip her to shreds; her hands and feet are caged, but it seems her mouth needs to be sealed up. “Yes, I do,” I answer. “Then you're a fool, dear Luna,” Merida says, provoking me some more. Damian intervenes before I can tear her apart. His hands stopped me, and his eyes pleading. “She's telling the truth,” Damian says. “My mother was a cleric witch. One of the high witches of their coven,” I say, turning my gaze to Merida.

How a shifter using the natural, Moon Goddess approved spirits that surrounds us was different to the manipulation used by witches. Although called Dark Arts, it is more a form of meditation, connecting to the Moon Goddess on a higher level for guidance or assistance. However Witches would summon demons to do their bidding, feasting on the misery of others, causing chaos across the nation. Some Alpha’s were found to be using such devices, causing them to be cast out and their packs dismantled. It was fascinating to read.

"Arkan, for example. Meredith as well. Both went beyond what’s considered the standard limit among witches. They’re on a higher level, which is why they believe they’re superior." His eyes don’t leave mine. "She doesn’t work with alchemy. She prefers other methods… more visceral. Meredith uses control magic. Voodoo dolls, personal objects. If she gets something that belongs to you a strand of hair, a piece of clothing, she can invade your body with pain." My stomach twists. The thought of someone like her by Arkan’s side is enough to give me chills. "And Josefina. Is she involved too?" "Josefina is young, but she was born in the midst of power. Raised as heir to Meredith’s dark legacy."