Seer Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“I said they would hold a wolf. But what you have isn’t merely that anymore.” My breath caught. “What do you mean?” The witch smiled, slow and cruel. “The seer has awakened.” I staggered back. “No… No, that’s not possible. He… he’s just an omega…” She laughed, a sound like cracking twigs. “No, boy. He’s what your kind has feared for generations, the Healer-Seer. A creature of both life and death. You’ve been sleeping beside a storm, and now it’s learned your name.” My blood went cold.

“I know a lot of things, but the most important detail to you is what I am. I am a seer.” Seers were Sage wolves that could see the future, predict events, even see the past sometimes. To be a seer, it meant that she must have access to magic, a lot of it, which should be impossible according to what her parents told me. “Seers should no longer exist…” “But she’s one.” The girl’s mother said. “For so long, our bloodlines were born with little to no magic, then she was born with a lot of it out of the blue. That's how we could fortify the spell on the room.” Her father added.

We both lean forward towards one another and close eyes instinctively. 'I think one of the coven witches must be a seer, yet she has no idea. She’s young, and natural at whatever her gifts are but completely naïve to it.' We begin to breathe in unison as Cora mutters a German chant, connecting her memory to mine and bringing the darkness alive with visions of things she has seen these past weeks.

said Elder Sofia. Then they all laughed, and Elder Sofia explained that because she was an Elder, she could see the next Pack Leader and the light coming from Cora's body was blue, indicating the characteristic color of the Crescent Pack, which also meant that there would be great power protecting her Pack. Megan and Beta Noah understood while Elder Sofia explained again, "So the next day, I came to see the Seer," she continued. A seer is a witch or fortune teller often met by werewolves, especially the leaders in a pack, to ask something about their personal or Pack.

“Your turn.” I bit my lip, thinking about just how much information I wanted to get out of him. “What’s the difference between a clairvoyant witch and a seer?” I finally settled on. “I have a friend who is a witch, and her strength is in clairvoyance. She can see the future, the same way a seer can, right?”

She then looked at me with surprise in her eyes and grabbed my hand and said, "I have never heard of this before since they have been known to have died out, but you are a decendent of a very old and powerful line of witches. Your mother must have known and mixed with the king of wolves's son, you my dear are a very powerful being that should not exist. You will be wanted for all kinds of purposes good or evil. You must be protected from anyone and everyone, and I will do my best to protect you as your mother did." "What do you mean she is a decendent of a very old and powerful line of witches that have died out?" Ryker asked. "They were called the Seerers, they could see into the future, pa

“I haven’t even heard of a seer before. How are they powerful?” “Well, they aren’t necessarily powerful, but their blood and ties to our realm are. Seers have fairy blood and can access magic from my realm. Witches, needing a way to fuel their magic to keep it powerful, can use different means to do that. Sx is one of the most conventional ways of fueling magic. The coven head would use the seer to draw magic from my realm and would almost become invincible because of it. The seer they had was nothing more than a s*k| object, and when the head was done using her to gain more magic, she would be forced to have a daughter to carry on the seer bloodline, then usually be sacrificed.”

“She moves like silk and she smells of cloves and iron. I have seen her in my vision. I watched her place a dark spell upon you. She speaks soft and sweet. Is this the one?” “That's Susan,” I said, my voice thin. The explanation dropped into place like a page turned. “Yes. It’s her.” The Seer’s lips tightened. “She is not only familiar. She is a witch.” “A witch?” The word was sharp in my ears. I had thought she was a Seer. That was what she had told me. But this information should not have been surprising since she was working with Tariq. “She is old in ways that do not show on the face,” the Seer said. “Witches are not common now, but they do not die as we do. They use art and bargaining.

"The Seer was happily locked up in her world. Why bother her? Besides, this girl is more powerful than what we have here in our domain." "I don't want this gift. I need to talk to the underworld seer. I want it out of me." I cut in desperately. Greta Stihl looked at me interestingly, "You don't want to become the Seer? How strange?" She gracefully stood up, displaying her very long beautiful legs in the process. She was mesmerizing that I could not take off my eyes of her. I felt like I was standing near a stunning goddess. "There is a lot of creatures willing to have what you have. But you--- don't want it. Strange but fascinating."

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