Modern Witch Book Novels & Stories

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

“Witch Ciara also had a book like this. She read from that and told us about the curse breaking once. According to her, we need a whisperer, a silver dagger, and me at a full moon night for better results. She had a list of some essential herbs and potions, but I don’t know much about it.” Firstly, it made me roll my eyes that Zayden compared the holy book of whisperers with a witch’s grimoire, usually filled with the hexes to fool and hurt others. While the holy verses of our sacred books were lifesaving, serving nature with utmost dedication.

“Fuck, Azazel, help her.” He nods his head and walks to Creighton’s table with a purposeful look. “She’s a Breija, Creighton. Does that affect how she views the book?” Creighton’s head snaps up at his words and arches a brow. “I’m trying, you wanker. Just give me a minute to think.” He looks at the book again, then looks back up. “Shit, that’s it! The book is a powerful tome that was enchanted by witches. In the past, witches enchanted books to keep other witches from their magic. Your Breija is magical. The book must have seen her as a threat and spelled her. Perhaps if we divert some of her magic to the book, we can cast her out of the spell.” He looks around for a few more d

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.”

She did not know whether she was protector, witness, or supplicant, only that she could not remain apart from the heat and the ache. And in the hour that followed, the stone ring—so long a place of warding and division—became a crucible for something more elemental. The witches surrendered to each other, weaving a tapestry of bodies and breath, dissolving the boundaries again and again until nothing but the moon’s light could tell them apart.

That’s when she figured that Isabella wasn’t from here. “You must be from another time period.“ “What do you mean?” “The thing you messed with wasn’t an hourglass. It was a witching glass.” “A witching what?” “The thing you called an hourglass. I read about it in my mothers’ books. It's an hourglass that’s been enchanted to control time. This item allows a person to travel between the past, the present, and the future.” “So, am I in the past?” “Yes.” “What year is it?”

someone repeats, the word spat like a curse. Mireth doesn’t flinch. “Yes. The world has changed. The witches of today are not the ones who once manipulated our leaders or sowed discord in the packs. They study the earth, natural medicine, healing, midwifery, agriculture. They could be allies, they could be… family.” The tall woman with the wine hued lips stands at the back, unreadable. The other sits with her hands folded, her eyes forward, and neither speak.

Even as I witnessed this scene, I had already resolved to leave. But the pain—the unbearable pain—refused to subside. It felt as if my chest was being crushed, my heart writhing in agony. In the haze of their passion, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, calling upon the High Priestess of the Misty Forest. "High Priestess, I am ready to return, to resume my life as a witch, and to inherit your position." "Are you certain?" Her voice was laced with anticipation. "That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!"

She looked around us to see everyone had stopped all movements. She narrowed her eyes at me, "Fine. Remove the fire." She said, "I think I'll keep the fire up just in case, how about we start with your name." I said knowing the others were making their way up to us. Her eyes scanned around me to the others. "You work for the dark witches?" She asked, "No, we are in alliance and I could tell you why if you give me your name." I said, trying to gauge her reaction. "My name is Ambrosia." She replied, locking her red eyes on mine. "I'm Alley, and that is Pythia, leader of the dark witches." I said pointing to Pythia who made her way up to stand next to me. "Who are the others? It's clear they ar

Lissa: “ It looks interesting! Alexandra: “ Very interesting! Lissa: “ Author of the book? Alexandra: “ Anonymous! The author did not want to be identified! Lissa: “ Talk about what? Alexandra: “ Have you ever been to the past life museum? Lissa: “ Now! Alexandra: “ About a sorceress girl who had an adventure with a pirate and such... Lissa: “ Now! The story is beautiful! Alexandra: “ Yes! And they say it's viridic! Lissa: “ Can you lend me the book?!