Supernatural Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Even though he's still not sure if he’s really in love with the guy. Hiro was born without having the ability to do magic. He was branded as a siphon, someone who draws energy off immortality, in his case—he uses the coven's immortal likeness to that of someone who cannot be killed. Unlike vampires, who were once—and still are—called abominations of nature, witches are called forces. Their powers are given by the Earth, and they die like normal people, decaying and turning into dust to give back everything they've been given. So, it was a pretty big deal for the coven to have a witch with no powers, and they all thought sooner or later, he would manage to siphon off all the remaining energy

ALPHA REX It’s been three days of pure agony tinged with frustration and the clawing need to get to the root of everything that has happened in the last few weeks. My agony came from sitting in one spot for hours, back bending over a table as I flipped through the pages of every book I can find on sorcery, magic and witchcraft, dutifully reading them and yet not seeming like I’m getting close to finding any answers. Each of the chapters within them came off as speculations, vague and reaching ideas from unknown authors and sources who have allegedly come across supernaturals much more powerful than us paranormals.

I froze, but he didn’t react, or if he did, he didn’t show it. Bri kept talking, flipping through the book quickly. “If they studied witches this much,” she said, “there must be more things like this here.” “Probably,” Derek replied. "After all, witches are the more complicated supernaturals. According to my dad. Because they're basically just mere humans... with exceptional powers and nothing is impossible to them." While they spoke, my attention drifted to Derek’s hand. It rested on the wooden table beside the book. He had strong and relaxed fingers.

she answered. I heard a low throaty growl. I didn’t think I would ever react to it in such an animalistic manner, but the human in me has taken a back seat. I didn’t care about my rules and beliefs at that point. All I could see was red. Rage. Fury. Revenge. “I know they are using witchcraft, but it isn’t normal witchcraft, Aaron. It is something way more powerful than we thought it would be, and I know whom they must be using,” she added.

“It’ll start burning if I’m about to say something I shouldn’t.” Gildeon leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “There are two kinds of witches,” she explained. “One’s a Hedge Witch, like me. We work with old magic, drawing our power from nature.” She made a twisting motion with her other hand. “Then there’s a Savant Witch. They’ve got a special ability from tapping into cosmic magic through the Dark Plane.”

He frowns and lets go of my neck, sitting up on his knees but still over me as he says, “I’m not sure what you are talking about…” I push myself up onto my elbows as I say, “They are legends within our kind and very rare. They are called natural-born witches. They are very powerful as they can fight and use their magick with only a thought. Unless it is a more powerful spell that needs a specific incantation, adding the power of their voice to the spell…” I then look down at where he is still sitting on me and then back up to his eyes and say, “Can I get up now?”

His curly hair brushed her neck as Ken sniffed aloud. "This one is very young." "Her family didn't want her." The traffickers explained, rubbing salt to Ariana wounded heart. "Thought so. " Neol said before stepping back. "Okay. The auction would start after another half an hour. Bring them carefully especially the virgins. Sorcerer like virgins for their sacrifices. " Ariana's heart sunk in cold water. It seemed the sacrifice that Ghost Aurby said was for the sorcerers. Although she couldn't understand most of the terms they used. Her probability of being buy by the sorcerers must be high according to them.

Max translated "Precisely. And All three of these mention the existence of magic time and time again. Hecate Chiaramonti is the Goddess of witchcraft. She is less known now but 2000 years ago they would worship her at the turn of every new moon, a sacrifice would take place once yearly on the new moon of the Aries constellation. This is said to be the only time in a year when Hecate can harness and release power directly from and to humans. So the sacrifice, usually of someone accused of witchcraft, was our ancient ancestors' way of feeding and pleasing Hecate so she wouldn't use her power that night to do evil on humans. Anyway, it is also said that sometimes in a very rare circumstance, it

Staring at me with pity, "Old souls like Supreme Alphas have spent years in hibernation, they are detached from the world that at this point they aren't even willing to return." She drops eye-contact like my dumbfounded stare was just too much for her, and my heart thumped down. I was afraid of what I must hear next, "Witches who practice the ancient arts are in contracts with demons. Everything demons do, they ask the sacrifices, like life force, youth, and strength; they feed off you. That ritual was experimental. There are no records that depict how you wake a Hibernating Supreme Alpha—"

She had started the whole supernatural race. In the beginning, there had only been a handful of people blessed with the gift of communing with nature, like listening to the wind, talking with trees, and seeing patterns in the sky. Those were the first witches ever. Slowly, more powerful witches had come about, witches who could cook up potions in cauldrons. Potions with many different powers, from temporary heightened senses and physical strengths to killing drinks.