Novel & Cerita Protection Witchcraft

I question. “Yes.” Corvu leans back against the bench, unbelieving of what he just heard. “The rumour about the amulet was concocted to protect new Witches. You see Witches were to be executed as soon as they were found to possess magic, for fear they would turn evil. However, thankfully, if the King thought the magic came from a trinket that can only be given and not taken, we could protect the young Witches.” “That’s actually rather genius.” I mumble. Shelia nods in approval.

I smiled, “That’s good. It makes me feel a little better.” As we spent the rest of the afternoon getting pampered, we found out that there is another werecat pack who heard of me and wants me for their pack. They were instructed to take me alive before I get married. I sighed, “Shit. Now I have to be on guard as soon as I walk out of this room all the way up until the ceremony is finished. This is some bullshit.” Mom laughed, “I know, baby girl, but we have an unconventional way to protect you. We want you to enjoy your day and still be able to provide the security you need. Queen Winnie is going to put a protection spell on you. No one is going to be able to get near you. When you get to th

she pairs the sentence with a glare before pouring the salt directly on the floor. "What does that even mean? What is anything?" His frustration is building, and I squeeze his hand tightly until I hear the sigh escape before he shifts in his seat. "Some witches, black magic witches. They have protection on their hexes to make sure no one can track them through the hex. They'll send creatures, of sorts, to ensure the hex stays active," she explains. I focus on her words, but they are lost on me. With a shake of my head, I repeat the sentence in my mind to understand it better.

I still do not know if this Rosa can be trusted but I am not sure what else I can do b esides go along with it for now. "Alright, well then what do we start with? I would like to learn enough to stand a chance if the witches ever end up attacking me." I tell her. "We will start with protections spells. As you said, an attack from the witches is your main concern at the moment so we will make sure that you learn everything you need to to help ensure your's and the pack's protection. I might not be much help in a fight since I am still a member of the coven and cannot attack Morden but that does not mean that I cannot attack the other members. Our witch vows keep us from attacking the leader o

Either way, these tasks are meant to challenge the person. Finding a coven is next to impossible if you are not from that coven. Witches live in solitude after the Salem witch trials. Using a variety of spells for protection will prohibit someone from just walking into their land. When someone walks too close to their territory, they will either suddenly forget they lost something, forget why they are here, or feel the need to get home. Occasionally, they will feel fear and just run away. It is unclear if and what all protection spells are used as most people don’t make it past the first layer. “Does that book have anything useful in it?” I asked.

"They are speaking directly from the source! The temple! Wild and piercing laughter erupted from the witches. "Priestess, let's see how long you can hold!" Once more, the shadows hit with greater force. My circle wavered. I lowered myself to one knee and returned my energy to the protecting runes by touching my palm to the ground. The force resisted me; it was not intended to be subdued. John moved forward of me to protect me from a blow. "How can we put an end to this?" With shaky breath, I met his gaze. "We don't. Yes, I do.

Maybe some spell I can use. I keep flipping through the pages filled with my mother’s elegant handwriting until I come across a section on protective magic. The section is towards the back of the book and it has a boldly written title: *Knowledge against physical harm. This requires wolfsbane (purified), silver dust, flower petals of devil’s trumpet, and the spellcaster’s blood…* Spellcaster’s blood? I keep reading through the instructions carefully. It’s complex, but it’s doable. I can gather the ingredients and perform the spell to create protective charms for my father. Doing that will—

If they did where were they? I knew the possibility were almost zero but it was a chance. Shaking my head, I continued reading the next lines, it contained the information about how different supernatural protected themselves. It was about witches first and how they sacrificed to protect themselves from the bad effects of the moon, it was also how they could get the blessing from the red moon. There were different rituals but if they made even the slightest mistake everything could turn upside down for the entire coven. I flipped the page and started reading about the wolves, it was a story...about a pack of victims wolves who lost their entire pack due to the mistake of their alpha.

In his arms, the tightness continued, dull and persistent. For a moment, I thought about Agnes’s diary. About the box under the bed, the one I hadn’t opened in years, with the melted black candles and the voodoo doll reduced to ashes. If I wanted to, I could cast a protection spell. An invisible shield that would repel any threat, a circle of salt that no negative energy could cross. I knew the rituals, I knew the words, I knew the price. I could. But I didn’t want to.

Her words were different from the first time she had done this. “Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Raul’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Raul. Spirit, I call on you to protect this witches mind and soul from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep this witch grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away the confusion.”