Studying Witchcraft Novels & Stories

"It's more what I can do for you, Alpha. Your mother filled me in on your conversation this morning. I think I can be of some help." "I don't understand." "Powers linked to the mind—precognition, psychometry—can be tricky to master. They're not as uncommon in witches, however, as they are in wolves. I have some techniques that I can share with you to help you develop your skills, if you're interested."

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

I walked in to find Beta Winston sitting there reading and all the books on the table were about witches. I sat down and took one about their aging and cultivation of their craft during each cycle of their lives. It was interesting to find that their craft begins at the age of two and continues to manifest itself throughout their entire lives, the older the witch the more knowledge and expertly they wield their craft. Their aging process is like a human’s until they reach the age of 12, then it slows considerably, making them look extremely young for decades. I did find a few things that can render a witch helpless, the valerian puts them to sleep, but there is also something about the da

He mumbled to himself. The idea had been his to begin with. He was a historian and had dug up many information about the Book of Black Magic dating as far back as many centuries. He found out that when the witches had tried to attain immortality and rule with gods, they had made use of a powerful witches' spell which she had documented. The book was thought to have been destroyed but it wasn't. It only appeared when someone worthy to wield it was born.

**Raina’s POV** The study was lined with grimoires of every size, their pages yellowed with age and bound in leather that looked too old to still exist. I could tell that the high witch spent a lot of time in here. Some of the grimoires were left open on the mahogany table. The magic in here was stronger than anywhere else, signalling that the high witch conducted a lot of spells in this same place. She was the coven leader, but it looks like she still practised her spells like she was just starting to learn magic.

she began. "A 'Witch', before the Cataclysm refers to those who worship a Demigod or two. Due to unmatched beliefs, they were treated as outcasts. Their close ties with their patrons was envied by the orthodox faction, and they started preaching about such relationship being impure, and that it voids the divine characteristic of a deity, be it a demigod or a major God. Afterwards, they had resorted to the occult hunts and execution." Those information were completely new to him, and somehow disturbing to note. Still, he kept his ears open to listen on what she is saying.

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I ask confused. "Well, each witch has one area that they specialize in even though you should be able to dabble a little bit in each area of witch studies. The fact that you are also a werewolf means that your abilities might differ slightly or maybe you even have less abilities. Some witches have an elemental affinity, some have almost skinwalker tendencies while others mostly focus on herbs and potions. Have you noticed anything unique about you that might hint at any of these abilities?" She asks sweetly.

Even among the immortal breeds, I stand out as something else. Witchcraft is a dying art and those of you who still possess power have lost the knowledge to harness it in any meaningful way. Very few true witches of great power remain. So I have been forced to dampen what I do and limit it to appear as human as possible while I navigate this modern world.

"So it's a bad magic?" Gwen chuckled. "No, in our coven, we don't say magic though. We term it as witchcraft." "Yeah, witchcraft as in practice of magic, right? G****e it!" The witch rolled her eyes. "No. Practice of spells, incantations, protections and such. Our craft has too much to offer than you can think of." "Okay, I get it. It's a bad witchcraft then——this hex," I said, letting out a short laugh when I'd noticed that she was so determined to explain her stuff to me.