Protection Witchcraft Novels & Stories

"One of the oldest forms of protection known to the descendants of the Moon Goddess. With this potion, you can strengthen your personal protective boundaries-both for yourself, and for those you guard." Enne touched the symbol with her fingertips, feeling a slight strange vibration. "How do I make it?" Lyra smiled faintly. "It takes more than just materials. It takes intention. A genuine desire to protect." They set to work. Silver leaves, wolfsbane powder purified and negated its poison, dew water from a full moon night, and fragments of old tree bark from the deepest forest. Enne followed Lyra's instructions carefully, mixing and casting the spell slowly, her voice echoing softly in the ha

Keegan's brows were furrowed. "What are you speaking of? There, you must be mistaken. Because as you know, the witches are our enemies. I have never befriended one, nor will I ever." "I know, Alpha. I know," Mortha bobbed. "But that is the only sensible explanation. Even a witch cannot resist the power of another witch, unless she intentionally defends herself. Based on my knowledge, a situation as that which you experienced can only happen if you're being veiled by a higher witch. A very powerful one. It is very possible you will have no knowledge of it. But something like a contact with this witch, or something similar, can provide you some protection."

The witch screamed as her face quivered with fury, as she almost scratch it with her lengthy crimson-painted nails. With that demand from the witch, I had no choice but to protect the entire pack. I expanded the moonlight shield even more to cover the Cursedmoon pack. There are innocents, including children and omegas who can't fight back. Caden's wolf growled and unleashed fire, causing greatly damage. I can't just protect him while letting him to kill freely. But the witches circling us and started chanting again. Their Ensnaring Web was powerful but since I understand what is it, I can resist it to somehow.

("Protection comes with a price but that's alright. We work to protect our own from an impending evil that plagues the land around us. Those coming to hurt us shall not touch. The people around share our power to use for a source of protection. We shall not be harmed from where we stand or beyond. The world around us holds evils, but with this we work against it in our own protection. Raise it around us for we are separate but together. Protect those here for we need help from other forces we thank you with our lives. And our blood shall solidify our protection from those outside." When I finish the spell a burning feeling fills my body, quickly I rip my hands away from the boys. "Lagertha n

He understood how trusting I was being at the moment but apparently this was a ritual that dated back centuries between the lycan and witchcraft communities, as part of their longstanding truce. “They are gorgeous Aida, and you looks so well.” “Thank you Fern.” I politely reply, playing my part as the King’s mate well. “What’s in the bowl?” I quirk my eyebrow as I look into a wooden bowl in her hands. “A mixture of lavender, dill, oregano and parsley to ward off evil spirits and provide protection against witchcraft. Shall we begin?” She turns to smile at our guests as she starts to lay sticks out on the ground into the shape of a pentagram.

Circe continued, "intention is everything. The strength of your magic depends on your willpower and the clarity of your intentions. Half-hearted efforts yield weak results. You must be focused and determined." Circe reached for an old, leather-bound book on the table. It looked ancient, with its cover worn and pages yellowed with age. She opened it carefully, revealing intricate drawings and handwritten spells. "This is the Grimoire, a book of spells and knowledge passed down through generations of witches. Today, we will start with something simple but essential: creating a protection charm." Circe stood up and began gathering ingredients from various shelves. She brought over a small pouch

They would have every reason to hate me, I should’ve just killed them. “Steady, hold your ground. Let them come to the clearing,” I order. Out in the distance I see Alpha Jake with a smirk on his face. Next to him are three dark witches, Alpha Leo and Alpha Taylor. Thanks to Akila, the minute those witches step foot onto this field they will be powerless. She said it’s a protective spell, mixed oleander into the soil. They won’t be able to do magic here. I can tell the witches know it. They are scowling and whispering to Alpha Jake.

She demands rather than ask. “What kind of spell?” Tanner asked. “It is a protection spell, it will keep your wolves safe from any manipulation of the mind. From what Mack and you all have told me, Shaba has managed to turn members of a pack against their own Alphas that they swore to protect.” “How does it work?” “By illuminating one’s conscience.” Skylar says. “If all members feel the same then the illumination will be the same color, and a protection barrier will be set in place so no outside influence can get in their head and turn them against their packs or Alphas. The spell is only temporary and there are no side effects.”

Cadence followed her and watched her grab her witch's hat from the coat rack and place it on her head, careful not to disturb the luscious brunette curls they'd worked so hard to get to their perfect state. "How do I look?" Sonja asked. "Just like a witch!" Cadence's eyes sparkled mischievously, and they both roared with laughter at their secret joke, relieving some of the tension. They headed to the altar room and held hands as they chanted their family's protection spell. "Angels above, wrap your guiding arms around me, keep all evil intent at bay and smite those who wish to harm me. Spirit of Isis, Goddess of Magic, shine your light on me. I call upon you now to keep me safe at all times.

“No. You haven’t.” For a moment, silence stretched between them — heavy, electric. The witch finally exhaled softly, the tension in the room easing just slightly. “You’ll need more than courage,” she said. “You’ll need protection — from her influence and from your own fear. I’ll prepare the wards.” Gunner frowned. “And what do we do till then? Hide under a rock?” The witch’s lips curved faintly. “If you can find one that breathes.” Gunner made a face. “That’s not comforting.”