Studying Witchcraft Novels & Stories

James pulled Megan flush to his side as he spoke. “Sure, what’s up” “When we finish high school, I was wondering if you would be keen on employing Megan as the pack witch?” “That’s actually a really good idea. Would you want to me the pack witch?” I asked “I suck at school, I doubt I will get into Uni and even if I did. I have no idea what to study. When James mentioned being the pack witch, it feel right. I can help you guys with spells while practicing and strengthening my own magic”

I rubbed at my temples, hoping to relieve some of this headache. "Right, let me start at the beginning," she said, dragging a chair over by the bed. "I'm a witch, a spell casting, potion making witch. We're trained by our coven after high school. That's why I didn't go to the same college as you, Raya. Anyway, after 4 years of training we hold a graduation ceremony where we show our skills to all alphas in a pack in need of a witch. From there the alphas put in for which witch they want, and then we can decide which pack we go to if we get multiple offers. I had a few, so I chose this pack because they were closest to you. Plus the pack itself has a unique ability that I liked."

I am doing homework with Luca almost every single day and as soon as he goes home, I have to report to Davina, so we can analyse every movement and every word spoken. In the evening I study everything about wicca I can get my hands on. The total connection the site describes and the way of being in harmony with nature fascinates me. It reminds me of the feeling I have in my dreams. The stuff about magic and spells, weird urbs and things like that, well I am not so sure about that. "Come with me to the Grotto Saturday, the others will be there too, then you can ask Mark about all that witchcraft stuff". Davina says one evening when I call to rapport on the day.

I had no choice. I’m not about to lose my little girl, not for anything. Not even this fucking disease. It’s made, fuck there has to be a way to find the cure that I’m missing. Perhaps something that isn’t in science. I gotta make a call. I spent a few months of my college years studying some witchcraft. Especially their art of healing. I know someone who’s better at that than me- besides every witch in existence. She might be able to help. I don’t know, I’ll try anything.

Together, they pore over spellbooks and grimoires, seeking to unravel the mysteries of magic and harness its power for the greater good. As they immerse themselves in their studies, the air of the chamber becomes charged with energy, infused with the potent magic that flows through the pages of the ancient tomes. With each incantation and invocation, they draw upon the wisdom of generations past, weaving spells of protection and healing to safeguard the witches' kingdom.

How was that even possible? “Yep,” she said casually. “There’s even a white witch school with a two-year program back home. They learn tarot card reading, astrology, aromatherapy—self-healing, you name it.” She chuckled while I gawked. I hadn’t seen her smile like that in ages. But a public witch school? With a curriculum? My instincts told me there was more to this... I put a mental note to find out about it from other supernatural creatures. “I always figured foreigners would think we’re crazy,” she chuckled, rubbing her forehead. Then she pointed at me accusingly.

I asked. She shut the book in her lap and threw it aside in anger before going for another one. I got onto my knees and picked up a few other papers that lay by her side. As I fumbled through them, I couldn’t miss a few titles. Witchery for wolves A wolf’s curse Witches and the Wolves The ancient art of Witchery Witchers: The supernaturals healers. “Witches?” I asked, looking at her, “Why are you reading up on the witches?”

I exit the dungeon without another word. Levi and Ariana join me in researching Wiccan history. “Witches can have a variety of magical powers in addition to the ability to cast spells,” Ariana says while reading a dusty leatherbound manuscript. “What kind of powers does it mention,” I ask. “All kinds! Elemental variances having to do with earth, fire, wind, and water, as well as telekinesis, freezing time, premonition, astral projection, um…oh my moon goddess…” Levi and I stare at her, waiting for her to continue.

Circe's cottage was a testament to her wisdom and years of practice. The interior was filled with an assortment of herbs hanging from the ceiling, shelves lined with old tomes, crystals, and various magical artifacts. A large wooden table in the center of the room was cluttered with vials, candles, and scrolls. The air was thick with the scent of sage and lavender, creating a calming atmosphere. Circe motioned for Zyra to sit at the table. She took a seat opposite Zyra, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of excitement and seriousness. "Before we begin, Zyra, there are a few things you need to understand about witchcraft," she started.

when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire." He stands walking to his book shelf and pulling out a very large book. When he opened it he looked at it funny then began to pat his chest and look in drawers. "ehem" I fake cleared my throat "on your head?" he reached up and pulled a pair of bifocals from his hair,