Taglock Witchcraft Novels & Stories

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

She recognized a binding when she saw one; she’d trained against lesser versions with the old hedge-witch who taught the Black River pups their basics. But this wasn’t a hedge-witch trick. This was marsh magic. Fen craft. Old. Talia’s heartbeat steadied, forcing the adrenaline into a cold, usable focus. She shifted her weight, dragging Alina with her, careful not to let them both stand inside the same slice of the shimmering ring at once. Thomas and Leon didn’t move to help the witch. They didn’t need to. They were watching the wolves closest to Talia, bodies coiled, ready to surge the second the snare snapped shut.

He formed little circles on my thigh as he tried to fashion his words. “How long have you been using your magic stuff?” My magic stuff, as he called them, was all here in his apartment. I couldn’t risk anyone at my house finding them because it could be assumed to be witchcraft, and that was an offence punishable by banishment or wolf locking. Wolf locking was a punishment that had become taboo to even mention it. However, it was a still something that could be done. “A while. I learned herbs helped me heal faster than my wolf could. You know how it is for omegas.”

Liam asked while sitting straight at his place. "I heard back in days when werewolves were being chased by hunters, some werewolves planned to conceal their and their children's identity from the world by locking their wolves. They used some kind of talisman to lock their wolves so they would never shift and no one would be able to find them," Harry explained. "Bloody witches..." Liam cursed. "If her wolf is trapped, that means some witch is taking some kind of revenge on her but if it's locked, that means her parents or someone from her family locked her wolf inside her to keep her safe," Harry continued.

He needed to think on it, and Agnes’s arrival allowed him to do just that. He stood up, reluctantly releasing his hold on the girl’s braid as he faced the apothecary. “She is English and a Seer, so be careful and watch yourself.” “Most witches only have one particularly powerful gift, Laird Balfour,” said the older woman. She didn’t seem fearful. “More importantly, I can read auras, and hers is terrified, not threatening.” He frowned. “Wounded and panicked animals are often the most dangerous, Agnes. I shall send in a guard while you tend to her.”

They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically. Mireholt (MY-er-holt) – Swamp witches and blood mages who draw power from decay, rot, and ancestral bones. Their spellcraft is primal and raw, passed down through generations steeped in earth and sacrifice. Foxglove (FOX-gluv) – Masters of venom, temptation, and misdirection. Foxglove witches are spies, poisoners, and political fixers. Their magic is beautiful, seductive, and always has a catch. Thornveil (THORN-vayl) – Defensive spellcrafters and rune-wielders who specialize in hex barriers, sigil locks, and protection circles. When a Thornveil shields you, nothing gets through, unless they want it to.

I filtered to modern cases and started skimming. The third one stopped me cold. Case study from eighteen years back. A witch using a dampening sigil for concealment. The term showed up four times in the first paragraph alone. The write-up was all dry academic language but the picture it painted was crystal clear: a witch who’d stolen a wolf scent to move around inside pack society. The whole thing was anchored to a wolf host. Needed constant close contact. Cohabitation was listed as ideal. Sigil is placed at the base of the skull.

I joined Kade on the couch, and Tom moved to sit with us. Kade breathed. “I couldn’t find a witch to locate the invisible that escaped. I hoped to find a rogue witch, at the least, that I could talk into helping us, but I couldn’t find any. However, I found this. Got it from a rogue werewolf.” He held up a metal object, something like a handcuff, which I hadn’t noticed on the floor earlier. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a dark object used to restrain witches. Once cuffed around their wrists, their magic is neutralised until taken off.” He explained.

They only kept on increasing the more I kill. I lost contact with my wolf and start to loose my energy gradually which is really strange, my wounds are refusing to heal. By the time I killed the fifteenth wolf I could barely maintain my stance. I fell to the floor on one knee, barely holding up with dizziness setting in fast from blood loss while the rest of the wolfs took the opportunity and launched another attack to finish me off completely. A surprising blinding light shine through the forest and the atmosphere suddenly become disturbed. Cloud rumbles with great dissatisfaction while it darkens with the speed of light, the air around thickened while piles of dead leafs rose from the floo

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"