Taglock Witchcraft Novels & Stories

The call of their Alpha. Martha had been raised by witches. A fact that had somehow gotten lost in all the talk about magic. She didn't have powers per se, but she could channel it. She came to Marx with her hail Mary plan to save Lochlan, and he gave her his blessings. There was no way to make the situation any worse, but with some luck, bordering on a miracle, they could make it better. "Think this will work?" Garrick asked this of Marx while they stood in the hallway waiting. Martha, Nico, and Shea were inside Lochlan's room preparing for the... Ceremony? Ritual? Marx wasn't sure what to call it.

He said looking at her. "Okay... Okay, there are some spells and potions for that but only witches from the pure bloods lineage could do it." "Strengthening mate bond is one of the most forbidden act in the witches world not only that looking into the future and manipulating someone are also part and they come with extreme punishment." She explained. "The name of the spell is Dorcu TaTa, it is a mixture of liquorice, some bainberries and other things." She explained. "Is there a way to break the bond?" He asked.

Arla gasped as tears quickly formed. “H-how? Why?” she asked shakily. “The magical barrier is extremely powerful and I know the Elders are more careful than ever now the rogue wolves are targeting witches.” “It wasn’t just rogues this time. Elder Laurel is concrete in her belief that it was a witch who the barrier allowed to enter. It’s possible this witch is working with the rogues, or with the person who the captured witches are being sold to.” Arla finally allowed the floodgates to open. Felix moved his chair closer and rubbed her back gently, offering her a tissue. Alpha Lorenzo hated that he couldn’t comfort her.

Tonight, I would add my mark to them, completing the triangle. "This is different from what they did," Vida warned. "When they marked you, it was wolf instinct. Natural. But you're a witch marking wolves. Your magic will brand them permanently. They'll carry your signature in their souls forever." "Good," I said firmly. "I want them to be mine as much as I'm theirs." Mathias smiled. "Possessive little witch." "You have no idea." Vida began the ritual. The wards in the vault flared brighter, responding to her chanting. Power built in the air, thick and heavy.

"By all means, little witch. Show me what you can do." Lily suppressed a shiver at the intensity of his gaze. She knelt down, arranging her ingredients with practiced precision: a sprig of rosemary, a vial of moonwater, a polished amethyst. The air seemed to thicken around her, charged with potential. "Just... don't interrupt, no matter what happens," she warned, her voice low. "Breaking the circle could be dangerous." Caspian nodded, his expression growing serious. "I won't interfere." Lily took a deep breath, centering herself. She poured a thin line of salt around the edge of the chalk circle, completing the barrier. The grains sparkled in the dim light of her workshop, a glittering bound

“You told me that everyone thought you were this amazing Alpha, with all these gifts that could rival any witch. You know, just like the rumours I have heard over the years.” “And?” “That does not only suppress your gifts, it stops you from developing what you are supposed to have. It’s a dark talisman Alpha. Only something that can be created by a powerful witch. You said Kendra gave you this?” I nod my head, “I got rid of it.” “You cannot just get rid of it. It will keep returning to the owner.” She glances over to the bracelet. “It is bonded to you by blood.” “You are not serious?” “Watch!”

They had to act fast and couldn't allow themselves to relax. Rosalie drew a magical circle near the front doorsteps to serve as their makeshift altar space. Sonja placed the reagents and the star in the centre. Rachel arranged the black candles around each point on the pentagram and lit the incense while Cadence invoked all their magic. The binding spell required three witches, but as the elder, Sonja didn't think one more would hurt. So the four of them took their places around the pentagram and softly chanted the words of the universal spell.

I may not be using that right, I have no idea. The black male holds out his hand to me, greeting me with a customary human handshake. “I am Jamal Agwag, Alpha of the Cancer Pack. And this is my mate, Gregory Reva. Merry meet.” I shake his hand, a genuine smile on my face at his greeting that combined the typical human and witch greeting. This wolf is definitely very considerate, attempting to put all those around him at ease. “Merry meet, Alpha Jamal. Merry meet, Lune Gregory. Yes, I am Arthur Good, High Priest of this coven,” I say, shaking Gregory’s hand as well.

I took a vacant seat and sipped at my water, just for something to occupy me. I felt the fine chain slide over my collarbone and I reached up to grasp the pentagram pendant Mom gave me as a gift years ago. I'd only taken to wearing it in the past few years, knowing now it held a part of her power in it. Power meant to protect me and bind me to the family. Even though she wasn't officially a Hayle witch anymore, the magic remained true to the coven.