Protection Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“My first condition is to tell me where my husband’s body was buried. Your men never let me see him and I’ve lived years knowing I can’t even visit his grave.” She stood as she spoke, meeting my gaze head-on. “And your other condition?” “Put my coven and me under your protection,” she said. I frowned. “You’re powerful witches. What do you need my protection for?” “When others learn that my coven is protected by the Pycon pack and by the Crystal itself, it will lessen the threats we face. There are witches stronger than us hunting my coven,” she admitted, stepping closer. Alaric quickly placed a hand between us, blocking her from coming any nearer.

Droplets of blood dripped from her hand to the pavement. “Tavuwa Infireum!” As a newly advanced witch, Diana was able to expand the domain of her protection spell. It was much bigger and wider than before. With the communication tool fixated on her, everyone in the continent who was using their communication tool was able to witness how the supposed useless woman summoned the lightning and the Phoenix flame, forming a dome-shaped domain that enclosed the entirety of every pack in the alliance including the forest around it without risking the people of the alliance.

But it had escalated, and now the witches were being physically attacked. The attacks were brutal and unrelenting. One of the witches had been thrown across the room, another had been strangled until she passed out, and another had been burned with hot coals. The coven had tried everything they knew to protect themselves - spells, wards, charms, even summoning their ancestors for guidance. But nothing had worked.

I keep my guard up because I don't know who this witch is or what she is capable of. Not taking my eyes off of her, I get to my feet. The woman hovers at the remains of my doorway. I remember when I moved into this cottage, Mother and Grandma Ella put protection spells around the doors. I wonder if they are still in place even though my home is in shambles. "Who are you?" I ask the witch.

Clement shrugged as if joking. I was dumbfounded; my heart shattered like a glass. I felt a numbing pain all over my body for the first time. While I was most depressed and helpless, suddenly, in my head, a strange voice came from a girl. 'Orabella, we should have greeted each other properly, but in this situation, it is inappropriate. I'll be as brief as possible; I'm Elise, your wolf. I was hoping you could find a way to get out of his hands and give me control. But I must warn you first; the first transformation won't last long; we need to save Alpha Clinton and get out of here quickly.'

I keep my guard up because I don't know who this witch is or what she is capable of. Not taking my eyes off of her, I get to my feet. The woman hovers at the remains of my doorway. I remember when I moved into this cottage, Mother and Grandma Ella put protection spells around the doors. I wonder if they are still in place even though my home is in shambles. "Who are you?" I ask the witch.

Kilian and I stood in the center on opposite sides of the fire. We were both wearing loose shorts and a shirt, knowing our clothes would shred during the shift. He looked at me smiling in confidence while Gunny finished praying to the goddess and casting a protection circle around us. The protection spell was more to keep any sudden bursts of energy in rather than keeping others out. After what happened the last few weeks, we didn’t want to take any chances. I looked over to Helga standing beside her two sisters in the circle of witches. Her wings sprouted from her back her blue aura shown to the world. Her eyes were mesmerizing. I saw someone approaching out of the corner of my eye and turn

I had been protecting the kids on my own but I didn't tell her that to not offend her. "Since this place is dangerous, why are you here? Alone at that?" She chuckled. "I'm here to gather herbs and I'm a witch's assistant. I'm protected against creatures that might want to harm me. The spells around me repel them." "So you are our best bet at protection at the moment." I pointed out. She nodded. "I'm your best bet at protection at the moment." I nodded. If the spells around her can repel the evil creatures around here, I was going to stick closely to her as much as I could.

If this had happened years ago, before I rescued Zayn, his child must be at least five years old. Speaking of a child, I still remember the little one with Grandpa. I must see the child before we leave. "Come, Zayn," I wave my magic and have Zayn fully clothed. "Where are we going?" he asked. "To meet with this Merkoff person," I smiled brightly. "Alice, my love, I told you a sorcerer protects him." I waved my hand and opened a portal that led us back to the island. "Like I give a damn about it. You do know I am a red witch and blessed by a dragon. No magic can harm me."

No one knew where it came from, but Nyx understood. She swallowed hard, knowing what was about to happen. The fire quenched, leaving behind two figures standing at the center. The strangers did not move. Their hands were spread in the air, and when they opened their eyes, they were shining so bright. On their left arm was the symbol of a pentagram. These were no ordinary witches. They are the protectors. They have disappeared for ages and now they suddenly appear when there is a shift in the air. This means they are back to resume their work.