Taglock Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Swallowing against a lump in my throat, I pondered on it for a bit while her eyes stripped me bare. “I just don’t know where to begin, or how to tell you this.” “Try.” “Okay. The thing is… I have this gift. Like, I might know a thing or two about the future.” She blinked, then leaned in. “A wolf that sees visions?” “Perhaps.” “That is sacrilege, you know?” My heart stalled. “Sacrilege is a strong word.” “Yes, exactly! Witchcraft.” “But I have no powers, no magic.” “Hush!” She glanced around quickly, then whispered. “No one else must know this, else you are dead. Understood?”

Wanda called out loudly. All the witches hurriedly started preparing for the ritual. They draw a huge Pentagram in the middle of their town. They placed fresh heads of human sacrifices, which were arranged just for this purpose. Blood was splattered all around, making the pentagram shine blood red. Wanda arrived then, wearing a black robe. She walked into the center of the Pentagram. The other witches stood around the drawings, just outside the freshly severed heads. Wanda started chanting, and soon all the other witches followed suit as one. Different tones chanted the same spell in a chorus. As the intensity of the spells started to increase, the pentagram started to fill with a strange en

The connection between them was the problem and I had never once targeted the connection directly. Witchcraft. Real witchcraft, not the witch coven compounds that Lyra had been playing with, not the binding spell theatrics from the testing stone night, but the older kind that the outer territories still practiced and that I had grown up watching my father use when he needed something done that conventional means could not accomplish. The kind that reached into the bond itself and corrupted it from the inside. The kind that did not break the connection but turned it, made it feel wrong instead of right, made Kael's wolf associate Sera's presence with something that repelled rather than pulled

"Yours is similar, but not the same color. I would say yours is closer to tree bark. Alive and growing but hidden away. Concealing and guarding the softer inner core." "There's nothing soft about Tag. Inner core or not," Tove said without looking up. Tag reached over, slapped Tove over the back of the head. Tove looked up, a grin on his face. "See?" He flipped another page. "Here. Finally. I don't like the new edition layout." He spread the covers and turned the pages around like he was reading a story to kids at the library. "Druid. People who use the magic and power of nature. Complete with spells and Circles of affiliation. Typically, very good healers, you know what the different herbs a

In addition to kidnapping an Alpha for some deranged purpose. This dragged my eyes to see her slice her left palm, using her blood to draw a symbol over my heart. Is this some kind of ritual? She had no witch bloodline. What the fuck is she trying to do? I felt my wolf a bit, he was slowly recovering from the potion. To prevent the wolf from being harmed by a spell or potion, my father taught me how to lock him away. Thus, as the devices of a witch worked on the human side, the bond to the wolf's side would eventually lead him to tear at the walls to break through and reconnect with his human. Due to the fact that wolves too, were supernatural creatures, an Alpha wolf could do remarkable fea

Thomas said, with only the vaguest spot of irony. "If you want to conjure her you have to be alone, in a safe spot, you draw a pentagram on the floor, OK?" Sophie continued. "Yeah, only I don't know what a pentagram is," Thomas replied and drank beer. "It's a witch's sign," Sophie replied. "What do I make it out of?" "Magic marker, ink, the blood of a baby, whatever you like, just draw it right, or it won't work. I'll give you a drawing on how to do it. Then you get in the pentagram," Sophie said and giggled.

Opening up her laptop, Abigail quickly launched G****e and typed in “Silver Stardust’. She was presented with a link to a store that sold esoteric items. Could this simply be a store where her mother bought all of her Wiccan items? Maybe not. Abigail clicked on the link to the website and was welcomed with a photo of the storefront along with one of the inside of the store. It seemed so homely and inviting and it struck a cord deep within her. This was a place where she would love to spend time searching for the perfect items for her Wiccan spells and rituals. She noted the stunning array of crystals on display as well as the shelf full of Tarot decks. She realized that it was situated one t

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

I replied firmly, keeping my gaze fixed on Aaron and Callie, who were watching me closely. "What were your motivations for such criminal actions?" the wolf asked, stepping closer with narrowed eyes, his imposing presence filling the room. "To fulfill my duty as a priestess, as ordered by the ancestors and by Hecate, our Goddess of witchcraft, magic, night, the moon, and spirits," I explained, my voice clear and resolute. I noticed that my words caught Callie’s attention; she lifted her chin slightly, focusing on me. "My methods may not have been the most correct, but my intentions were genuine. Rigan is the one chosen by our Goddess to guide us through what is to come!"

She wore a necklace of wolf fangs, and her eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling purple mist. "A Night-Hag," Kael hissed, stepping in front of me. "The Moraine Coven. You're a long way from the Southern Swamps, witch." "The Coven goes where the power flows, little wolf," she purred, her long, blackened fingernails clicking together. "That spark inside the girl doesn't belong to her. It was stolen from the Mother during the First Eclipse. I’ve come to take it back." "Over my dead body," Kael snarled.