Supernatural Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“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…”

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

Emily sighed in relief, she had expected him to be skeptical and laugh about it but he didn't. Her case was one of the rarest cases of witchcraft. Though witches had the ability to manipulate and control energy, power, nature, etc they had to draw that ability from somewhere. Most witches drew it from one of the four elements; Water, Air, Fire, and Earth. Some from nature which was partly Earth. Then black magic used sacrifices and blood to generate power. Wizards were said to be connected with the 5th element which was the Spirit and Sorcerers which were the highest witches could draw energy from all of them.

Carla widened her eyes, swallowing hard. “Okay… This isn’t scaring me at all.” She tried to smile, without success. “Go on, speak.” Susan took a deep breath. “I’m not just… me. I’m not just human. I’m a witch. And not just any witch. I am a direct descendant of the Goddess Morrigan.” Carla’s eyes widened. “Morrigan? Like… the actual goddess? The one from those books you used to read in college?” “The very same.” Susan squeezed her friend’s hands. “My mother tried to protect me, she kept me away from this world… I believed I could live a normal life. Until now.”

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

"Witchcraft has many forms. I heard some of you were shaking up at the other campus today. What do you think caused the power surge?" "I don't know, but it felt awful," Gwen pouts. "Like I was being roasted from the inside out." "Yeah, like someone tried to rip my wolf out of me." Sullivan, the werewolf from our last class, smirks my way. I sink in my seat, hoping I can use my magic to become invisible. "Anyone else care to share?" Bergins' baritone voice fills the silence and he sits on the edge of his desk. "No? So what do we know from history? How can we use the past not to make the same mistakes now in the present and further into the future?"

Roger and Clarke said in unison. “News flash, I am not myself right now,” Miranda gestured, using her thumb to point at herself. Her body was a virgin, but the one she was stuck in was not. “Pure in this case doesn't mean a virgin status,” Lazarus scratched his head. “Why are you scratching your head? That makes me even more worried,” Nigel complained. “Well, the goddess Hecate wrote this book —” He hesitated. “Who's that?” Roger asked. “She's the goddess of witchcraft,” Miranda spoke up. “I read about her in the Vanderwolf's library. She is responsible for creating witchcraft. She is who the witches praise.”

"It is science at its purest form really. Using the energy around us to do certain work. The only difference is that we can use that energy outside our body. We can also change that energy into different forms. Like heat or cold. Other witches can use that energy to do a lot more. It all depends on the strength of the witch to absorb energy." "Strength of the witch?" I asked confused. "You don't mean physical strength, do you?" "No." Maggie shook her head. "Think of us like conductors of energy. Some of us are good conductors while others are bad. However, some very few witches are what we can tell, super-conductors. They are extremely powerful ones. Witches usually like in a coven consistin

Darin said. “It was not Devereux, it was my aunt, Wendy. They have a congregation.” Peter said. “A congregation? Witches never work together, why would they now.” Darin said. “My grandma said it’s because they are now a prey to other supernaturals. She also said that they are going extinct due to the birth of the wolf blood witches.” Peter explained.