Seer Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“Try again.” I took a shaky breath, trying to muster up some type of belief. Healing wasn't normal to wolves so it was only right to assume I was a witch. Maybe I was, maybe I could do this. I turned the page, the next spell looking complicated I flipped till I saw three words on an empty page “Valerie Rahlous— The Seer’s eyes widened slightly. “Wait!” But I’d already said it. “Demonica.” The words rolled off my tongue before I understood them, the air around me thickening like smoke.

My nerves were already stretched thin enough without arguing. The Seer moved around quietly gathering things from different shelves. Powders. Candles. Strange black stones I didn’t recognize. “You’re unusually calm,” I admitted watching her. “I’m not calm.” That answer unsettled me instantly. She finally turned toward me holding a small silver bowl. “There’s something you need to understand before we begin.” I swallowed hard. The Seer placed the bowl carefully onto the wooden table before lowering herself into the chair across from me. “When witches perform powerful binding spells,” she began slowly, “they usually do it for one of two reasons.”

“W-Where is she?” “Who?” “That witch! The prisoner you brought here!” “A Witch Sereya, have you been in the frost forest for too long” “My Lords that she wolf is a Witch, not a born one but an inherited one, another Witch or Warlock willed her their power and she has been masking it or.....” “Or she killed a witch and ate her heart” Sephian says finishing her unfinished statement “with all the madness I’ve seen as of late and the taboos that have been broken it is surprising that the Gods have not come down and destroyed us all for their transgressions”

They even thought me basic tricks so I could protect myself if I ever found myself alone. “Are you very sure about this” She questioned. “I don’t fifteen was too young for me to know who my parents were” She was beginning to annoy me. Why would she question my relationship with my parents? “Don’t get all defensive now Raina. Anything is possible now. There are secrets even the witches don't even know about. I never heard of a seer like you” She defended herself. “What is a seer supposed to be like?” I asked. “Usually seers know who they are and they live their lives being messengers for the moon goddess about the species she created. This doesn't include the wolves that were created by other

This next part was going to be the hardest. “Thea, as you already know from our conversation tonight, our race, the werewolves that is, are dying out. Slowly, but it is happening. Our strength also doesn’t appear to be what it once was.” I took a breath. “As Alpha, I have a duty to do anything I can to stop that from happening…Did Bessie explain to you what a seer is?” “She said it was a being that could deliver prophecies about the future”

“I sense a spell on you, one cast by a witch.” My heart skipped a beat and I shared a look with Ethan who still held my hand, he gave it a light squeeze then I turned my attention to the seer. “A spell? What kind of spell?” The seer closed her eyes, her fingers lightly tracing the air around me. “I cannot decipher its nature, but it is powerful and deeply woven. You must be cautious.” She handed me a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. “Drink this. It will mask your scent and keep you hidden from those who seek you.”

It was more like hypnotize him. This spell was abused by many female witches to make their husband or lovers do their bidding and some male would use this too on female they like and she remembered this spell was restricted and was used only when the situation was critical. Like what she was experiencing now. “I know I am the cause of all this but it also Rex Fault but it not time to blame each other and I won’t let you ruin Rex’s name!” Yael said and immediately uttered some strange witch words, ‘saekvotu ekce’ and the moment the werewolf launched at her it froze midair before calming down like a wet puppy.

An Astral Projection. Immediately, I am in the witch coven. I hear Sharona snapping out orders, as she leans into the seer's basin to check the future. The only thing witches do before going to war. I gasps at what the seer's basin shows. Sharona looks shocked, but almost as quickly, a wide grin of satisfaction plasters her face. "And here shall ends the fate and reign of mighty Cyre. Leader of the traitors." she says. Then suddenly, she turns in my direction. I am sure she wouldn't see me(I am no longer in my physical body). But she did.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous. "What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?" The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me. "Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!"