Smurfs Witchcraft Novels & Stories

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

As we began to trail behind the old wolf and his crazy mate, I noticed Lazarus casually walking next to me. "What's your deal? Cat got your tongue?" I urged him. "If you had your wolf, maybe you could smell what I'm smelling," he responded. "And what are you smelling?" "You know that scent you get when a septic tank overflows and spills in your yard?" He inquired. "Yes, that happened to us some years ago." "Well, that's the smell I'm getting from the witch." I halted for a bit. The only time a supernatural being smelled like that was when they were dying.

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

Parker asked worriedly. “Simple,” The elder smiled. “You need to get the Witch to fall in love with you,” Love? The Alpha’s head seemed to spin “Oh? That’s all?” The Alpha’s gamma, Bren spoke up. “Not exactly,” The Alpha’s heart jumped at those words. “You need the Witch who isn’t a witch. Her throat burned by the greatest fire. Heart of stone and blood of a wolf. You have seven years. More than enough time to woo her,” “No, no,” The Alpha shook his head. “That makes no sense. I have no intention of falling in love with anyone, least of all a witch!” He spat in anger and stared daggers at the woman who had started to weep softly.

"So you're saying you're not human," Sarah asks the guys standing in front of her. No, we're not", they chorus. "_and you're not even just not humans, you're werewolves", she goes on. "What am I again?" "A witch", Jason says "The Witch Supreme", Lucas says at the same time. "So, my abilities are not because I'm cursed but because I'm a witch?" "You got that right", Jason says with a nod. "What did I miss?"

“Yeah, don’t remind me. I was watching on the next a pastor down in the states going on a witch hunt.” “Funny that. Witches aren’t really in the supernatural world. That was a way of life and not a religion or a supernatural creature. The supernatural creatures are Druids, and mages for the most part with a few other creatures that have their own magic. But it’s all got laws, rules and limits. Anyway, please for your safety and that of any other humans, keep them back. I need to go take control of this from my Beta. That’s my second in command.” “Fine, but if you need our help with anything else…”

Go, wild animals and birds have stolen something, fish have devoured something . The Kreffs performed rituals along the entire spill, cast spells, drew protective cuts, dipped their hands into the spring water, sending the Gift, in the hope of removing the witchcraft committed over the living Volynets. Since birth, there was no such thing as chaining souls to dying bodies, and so they left them in them. No one knew what this trouble would come back to haunt. The head of the Citadel expelled the culprit himself, ordering to appear there at least now, at least forever.

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

As Clara was about to talk, Emrys raised a hand and said, “If you are truly who prophecy says you are, then you have a long way to go, I’m afraid.” She was about to talk again when Emrys was about to raise his hand so instead, she turned her question into a snarl, “Don’t you dare shush me again, Emrys. I mean it.” The pitcher of water beside her clattered to the ground without anyone touching it and spilled water onto the metal floor. Emrys’ gaze went to the pitcher of water and said, “You are a mouthy one, aren’t you? Anyway, you don’t know it but I will tell you. You are the most powerful witch to ever exist in centuries. Evelyn, your mother was supposed to tell you but she got to her befo

The room smelt of sweet scents with various ornaments and objects hanging around the room. This was exactly what she had expected of a witch, unlike the first time she had come. In a weird way, it made her feel more assured that witches were exactly what she thought they were, but it didn't make her any less scared. Without giving her enough time to process all of what was in front of Hazel, Sara walked past the drawings and altar. She stood in a position in between both the altar and circle before she began speaking. "Draven, take off your shirt and face up; lay your back on the centre of the altar." Sara commanded; she held a black book in her hand that seemed to be made out of animal skin