Seer Witchcraft Novels & Stories

I arch a brow at her, “you know nothing about me witch and you won’t.” She nods, “but I do know Alpha Drake, I am a seer as well, you will falter in your quest, you will lose what has been blessed for you if you do not heal what is broken inside you.” I snarl at her, “shut up witch, you don’t know anything.”

Their eyes glowed pale, catching the moonlight. They stood in a loose ring, growls humming in their chests like a warning. At the center of the ring waited a woman cloaked in gray. She didn’t need claws or fangs to command the space. Her presence carried weight—like a stone pressed on his lungs. Thomas knew what she was the moment he caught her scent: bitter herbs, smoke, and something darker. A witch. No, worse. A seer. Mira dipped her head. Not a bow, but respect. “You came.”

He continued, “ we are on the search for a woman named silver, she is a SEER and a WITCH. She is the only answer to her mystery,” That piece of information was heavy for me to place together. “ When did you guys find this out?” It can't be within those times that I left them because I wanted to be alone “ Everything happened hours ago,” “ Wow!” I exclaimed, “ what is now the next course of action?”

Sheila begged, not wanting to snap out at her Elana just smirked. "I need you to do some research on someone… " "Okay fine… I'll call in the sight seers immediately...." With that, she closed her eyes and when she opened them, they were glowing so brightly that the elders had to conceal their faces including Elana. When she closed her eyes and opened them again, they were back to normal. It looked like she had contacted them. Sight seers were a specific rare species of witches who could find out everything about someone by just looking at them or getting a sample of their hair or nails or skin.

Then she scowled and turned her head. So freaking cute. - The seer arrived shortly after. She was an old woman with total white eyes. She had worked in our pack for centuries. “She will sleep for this,” the seer said. She placed her palm against Brie’s forehead and whispered something in the old tongue. Brie’s lashes fluttered, and she fell asleep immediately. After hours of being stubborn and fighting us, her body finally relaxed. And then the ritual began. The seer set three silver bowls before us, filling them with water and herbs. The liquids inside hissed and smoked. She cut each of our palms with a silver dagger, letting our blood drip into the bowls. The water turned red and it glowed

Patrea asked. “No, I haven’t sensed it since we left Silver Crest. Just your witch aura.” “Good. I hope the Orpheus didn’t trick us with this.” She meant the stone she gave Patrea to fully extinguish her demon aura without losing her demon abilities. “You went to the seer of the underworld. Did she see anything?” “You can never force a seer to look at the future. It will just happen when you least expect it.” “I know. I was just thinking maybe there was something she said.”

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

“That means it is not possible to sever his influence so easily. His essence lingers in you, but the link is flawed. We will need further tests—more time to find a solution.” I clenched my fists, anger and dread twisting in my stomach. More time. Always more time. I forced myself to focus. “Do you know of anyone named Katherine? She was… a witch, wasn’t she?” The seer froze, the weight of that name hanging in the air. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to me, her expression guarded. “Katherine.” She paused as though tasting the word. Then she nodded. “Yes. She was the last leader of her clan. Now I remember where I heard the name. But I never met her. Tell me, why would a demon be seeking Katherine

Jane’s breathing wasn’t steady but she was slightly calm. “When I met your father… I was not a part of the Nightshade pack,” she said softly. “You were not a part of the pack?” Evans inquired, but Jane’s eyes were lost in memories. She shook her head. “I was a seer.” “A seer?” Jane nodded. “I could see the future. I could see fragments of things that are yet to happen. Both negative and positive… whatever the impact it might have, I’d see the prices.” A sad smile crossed her lips. “People feared gifts like mine. Who would be happy knowing that he would die or something huge would happen to him or her in the next moment.”

" Thank the heavens, she wouldn't touch the seer at least that was a relief. In between her and the seer was a wide table of short legs. Which seemed Older than the hag. Annabelle looks at the large uncovered pot placed on roaring flames which are sourced by burning woods. From it, emanated thick white smoke of horrible smell. perhaps this was what gave the cottage its odour. Different colour liquids are sampled on a shelf whose legs were partly eaten by termites. " Was the supposed seer a witch? or maybe sorcerer". " Love and Revenge plays a major role in your destiny" The woman pauses " They are in a constant struggle for power in writing your future" She adds. Annabelle's skin tingles an