Protection Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Seraphina words sent a shiver through Achilles’. “We have to make sure that not a single hair on their heads is harmed. The spell that was used against Achilles would have probably only required a blood offering and not the sacrifice of a life, we cannot allow for these poor babies to be used anymore. I will cast the protection spell and then we can begin working on a locator spell.” “How long will the protection spell last?” Aurelia asked. “I have tied it to my own lifeforce, as long as my heart beats, the spell will remain.”

The witches' protection spell is translated as: Above and below, In front and behind, Side to side. Protect us.

She tutted. “The risks?” “Oh, yes. Every spell has its risks, and there’s a reason even seasoned witches steer clear of protection spells. In essence, a protection spell links the life-force of one with the life-force of another. Asher was very much protected but should you have died. Well, so would he.” She explained, and only now did I fully realize the dangers of the spell I had done. She patted my shoulder gently, just like grandma did. “Don’t worry, dear. Let’s go see what Rowena has to say, shall we?”

She went silent for a moment and then said, “Let me be clear, protection magic that your offspring use to Skylark is a high-level magic, he or she has the potential to become a great witch.” “They are still a hybrid, your blood, the three of you.” Added Callista while she opened the door for the three of them, “For now, let us help fasten the healing process, and try to control the pup’s magic.” In the wake of the unforeseen flooding that had engulfed the medical building, chaos and panic ensued among the community of witches. Callista, an elderly witch renowned for her wisdom and strength, knew she had to act swiftly to protect her granddaughter, Skylark. As fate would have it, Skylark was

“Which you would not have done, had I not…set you upon the path.” “An easier path would have just been to tell us that.” Agatha smiles widely. “Yes, but we also wanted to work a protection spell.” “Ah. See? Witches lie. We can’t help ourselves.” “The spell wasn’t for us, Lady. It was for you. We can protect ourselves, but we wanted to cast one over you and the king.” “Why?” She shrugs. “We didn’t know. The gods instructed us to do it.” “What kind of protection spell needs sexual energy?”

I tell him as much and rather than appear relieved, his body prickles with worry. "What about you?" His voice is demanding. "Don't you need protecting?" This spell, I explain, can only be done with by another initiated witch, and without another one here, "I'm afraid it won't work." "Let me try anyway," Rudy requests. "I'm not a witch, but my great-grandfather held a spark." I laugh. "You and half the alpha-level wolves in Crescent City, Beta Forrester." His expression darkens, "Even if I put intention behind it. I've heard the intention is more important than the power itself."

“You are so uncultured for a supernatural species with having a close alliance with dark mages you are clueless” “Excuse me for not being an expert on ouija boards. Is anyone going to answer my question what the fuck is that shit it looks hectic” “A protection spell. It creates a barrier dark forces or anyone wishing ill can not penetrate the spell preformed by some of the countries strongest witches and wizards nothing could get past their threshold” “Challenge accepted” Marisha slaps Conrad in the chest while shaking her head. Conrad gives her a smirk in return and pulls her closer to himself while resting his chin on her shoulder. As if watching the cogs turning Conrad perks up at looks a

But there were some people who could master three or more elements, people like the empress. “Impressive.” I muttered to myself and chuckled. The witches were so incredible and I was more than happy to be part of their world now. I flipped the pages to the protection spell and saw dozens of it. The protection spell I had magically cast the other day was out of pure luck and according to Danica, it was a grade one shield. She was dumbfounded on how a grade one shield was able to successfully deflect a strong attack. Even I did not know how I did it.

It got me thinking about Sienna and the autumn festival she had been preparing for. “So the autumn harvest is around the same time as the festival, right?” Freya nodded. “No, the harvest is before the festival. The festival is celebrated by witches, that’s why the council holds the protection ceremony. Witches steal a lot of power from the neon moon.” “Witches?” My voice cracked. “Are you sure?” Freya bobbed her head. “We don’t have witches in the pack. They’re banned. We did have a pack seer who started the ritual of always performing a protection ritual for the harvest. She said the autumn moon was the most dangerous.”

she continued. Witches that were vulnerable and didn’t want to be in a coven would often turn to a wolf pack or a vampire nest for help. In exchange for protection they would offer their services. These witches were usually loyal then for life, and didn’t leave. Well, they would know all of their protector’s secrets at that point and even trying to leave usually meant death. “Put River on it, Chance … he can sniff around any recent ones that have gone missing. Start with the packs and nests before you approach any covens,” I said.