Seer Witchcraft Novels & Stories

For a second, I began to question myself. The Dark Seer wasn’t like the Shamans and witches on land. The leaders of the various packs and clans never mentioned them, but when they did, they only had one thing to say; rogues and rabids could be fought against. Witches and vampires could be haunted. Get the assistance of a shaman if you must, but never seek the Dark Seer. As far as anyone knew, no one who sought the Sea Witch had ever returned empty handed. However, for every request one made, they paid a grave price. Though I wanted Idris Raed, I couldn’t help but wonder if I made a mistake finding this creature at this moment.

“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.

“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”

“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.”

We were heading toward the borderlands where no two maps agreed, to meet someone who could unravel the strangest mystery I’d ever faced: why a dark wolf would kidnap Leila. Our informant was known only as the Seer. She had once served the Crescent Council, advising alphas on matters of spirit and omen. Some said her visions came at a terrible price; others whispered she had made pacts with the moon goddess herself. We found her in a tiny cabin set among ancient oaks, gnarled roots choking the stone path. Smoke curled from the chimney, promising warmth and wisdom. Elijah and I dismounted quietly. I felt the weight of the silk thread in my satchel, its magic pulsing faintly against my thigh. I

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!"