Seer Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“These are spell traces found at both attack sites. Unique, advanced witchcraft spells only high-ranking coven witches would know. These were not random acts of magic.” He tapped on the parchment, which began to glow faintly. “We’ve cross-checked the residue with known witches. This particular sequence matches one used by a witch named Sabean, one of the leaders of the rogue group. She’s the one we recorded during a secret meeting.” He motioned toward the Council’s crystal orb, and the playback bega…faint audio, but clear enough. Sabean’s voice rang out: “If they refuse us a seat, we burn the structure. Let the vampires and wolves kill each other, then we rebuild from the ashes.”

“Are you sure of what you’re saying? The Seer is ordained by the Goddess herself, and speaking against her might warrant some heavy punishment from the Goddess.” Scarlett nodded firmly. “Of course, I’m sure of what I’m saying. Ordained by the Goddess?” She let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Oh please, Scrolls. Yes, the Goddess gave powers to the people of the Obsidian Claw pack, but she never asked us to use it for any evil cause other than to protect ourselves and our loved ones. And again… only a few of us are meant to be Seers. I have only become a Seer because of my vast experience.” She did not want to mention to them that her experience and the various challenges she had overcome in the F

“You know her?” Seraphina’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, your Alpha didn’t tell you about me? How rude.” Kade snarled. “She’s a witch. Don’t trust anything she says.” “I’m not just a witch,” Seraphina corrected, her gaze drifting to Aria. “I’m a seer. I see what will be. And you, my dear, are at the center of it all.” Aria’s voice was tight. “What do you mean?”

Closing her eyes, she begins to chant an ancient ancestral song, invoking the power of the elements and the divine spirits. A gentle breeze begins to caress the courtroom as the lights dim and candles are lit around them. The attendees hold their breath, watching with anticipation and respect. The Seer raises her hands to the sky, channelling the divine energy within her. A sphere of golden light forms between her palms, radiating a warm and comforting energy. With gentle and precise movements, the Seer guides Gil into a state of deep relaxation. As Gil sinks into a magical trance, the Seer begins to recite sacred words, invoking ancestral knowledge and the wisdom of the gods. The room fills

“Complete the Triad. The Ritual of Moon, Blood, and Shadow. Only then will you command the magic meant for the child of two worlds.” “The child?” My breath hitched. She nodded. “Your baby will carry the gift of both realms. Werewolf and witch. Light and shadow. Born of flame, marked by the moon.” A howl pierced the air. Not Thane. Not wolf. Something else. The Seer stood suddenly, her silver eyes flashing. “You must leave now. They know you’ve come. The Hollow has awakened.” “Who?” I asked, heart pounding. She whispered a name like a curse. “The Coven of Ash. They served Inadu... but twisted her teachings. They will come for the child. And you must be ready.”

“If she’s alive... then they’re using her to weaken you. To hold you back.” Kelvin stepped forward. “We need to know how to find her.” Christopher turned and grabbed a book. He flipped through the pages quickly. “There’s only one way. You need the Seer’s Eye. It can find any soul—living or dead.” “What is it?” I asked. “It’s a crystal. Ancient. Hidden in the Witch’s Woods.” Kelvin frowned. “Those woods are cursed.” Christopher nodded. “Yes. And the witch who guards it is older than time. She hates wolves.”

The pack howled in rage and fear, some shifting fully to charge, others stumbling back. But the witches didn’t raise weapons. They raised their hands. Runes flared in the dirt, circling the Hollow Wolf. Instead of fighting it, their chants fed it, shadows thickening and fire burning hotter. The beast threw back its head and howled, its voice twined with their magic. My heart stopped.“No…” I whispered. The lead figure lowered her hood, with crimson robes and blind white eyes. The Crimson Seer smiled, lips thin, voice slicing through the night. “The cage has cracked. The beast will serve us now.”

Touching Corvu’s face in appreciation of his presence she continues, “I gave her the amulet to protect her. I don’t need it anymore, my power is far too weak. But Tia has all the makings of an Elder Witch, that’s why I gave her the amulet.” Corvu’s brows lift, clearly whatever she said made sense to him. “So, Tia is actually a Witch? She doesn’t even need the amulet?” I’m a what? Are they insane? I was born in Manhattan. I would hardly think someone from this world possessed magic from another. Shelia chuckles.

he blurted out. I took a deep breath. Seers are rare. They are just what they sound like. They are werewolves that catch glimpses of the future. Seers are usually originally low ranking members of the pack. The Goddess does this to ensure that we treat all our members fairly and kindly since a seers gifts develop after their 18th birthday. A way to show that we are all important. If a pack mistreats a seer before they have their gifts, they will leave the pack and the pack will lose a powerful ability. It also instills a sense of humbleness in the seer. A way for them to know that the smallest detail and person is important.

And in the center of the room, seated on a chair made from antlers and vines, was the witch. She was old—older than the forest, it seemed. Her hair was white but full, falling in tangled coils down her back. Her skin looked like parchment, cracked and folded in ways that mapped centuries. But her eyes... her eyes were young. And they saw everything. “I felt your coming,” she rasped without looking up. “The wolf and the storm. Sit.” They obeyed, neither questioning the names she’d given them. “Ronan sent the killer,” the witch said before they could speak. “You know this. But what you do not know is that he didn’t just want the Seer dead. He wanted to end the bloodline that could unbind his f