Taglock Witchcraft Novels & Stories

Mistress Caldwell put his mind at ease when they met to discuss how the bonding ceremony would work. She informed him that witches usually had a similar bond to werewolves. The mindlink could sometimes be a slight issue where it was more limited in range or could only work if the witch had some sort of item to draw power for it. Tyko would not have this problem because of her origin and her well-honed skills with telepathic powers that she would be able to easily augment to fill in any gaps. Once he was reassured, Bo had no more complaints or questions, but Mistress Caldwell insisted on walking him through the ceremony.

Aria The room was filled with incense and candles. It’s warmth felt shallow even as I held Kol’s while standing before the witch. She laid the components for the ritual before her. The bloodroot that had been freshly plucked from the soil. She dropped it into the bowl first. Then came a strand of Kol’s hair, which she burned slowly. And last, was my offering. The witch looked at me. “The item must be something you hold dear… something sacred.” And so, with my trembling fingers, I reached up to the golden locket around my neck. It caught in my hair for a second, but I yanked it free. My locket.

The whole energy thing seemed similar to what Isabella had spoken about. “Ok,” I responded after she recited everything. “So Elaina can just unbind your wolf, then?” This was good news, surely. But Kaeleigh shook her head. “No, it requires the original twelve witches,” she shrugged, “to be present and to unlock their part. I guess,” she looked at me, “and there are only two of them alive.” I nodded solemnly. It felt so close. “Ok, so why did Elaina say that she had given you good news then?”

The Tagran clan who had never gone to war and was known for their peaceful settlement stood their ground and fought with all they had, not ready to give away their land to the Ashatan barbarians. The harder dey push back the weaker they became, the Tagran's king "ODION" could not bear the pain of watching how his people were dying, this caused him to consult the powerful Witch on the mountain of Dhjara. The witch known to possess a great amount of dark magic, she was feared and whatever sorcery she made, came with a price.

“Someone warned one of the packs we were coming to kill them, so the whole pack was waiting to ambush us. I had to take everyone out at once. I put everyone to sleep, but I couldn’t avoid my men.” “You were able to put hundreds of people to sleep?” Allegra said. Thea nodded. “What was the physical range?” “Maybe a two hundred yard radius. Thereabouts,” Thea said. “That is impressive. That would wipe out a witch in one shot. If she could even manage it.” “It wasn’t all me,” Thea said. “I pulled energy from the Earth, and I connected to a living system underground to carry the magic out.” “Fascinating.” “We have the canines from the Alphas and their men. Could we make a talisman out of those?

“The Grand Warlock will be here this afternoon to see our progress. Everything must be perfect before he arrives.” “Yes, Sara,” I return my attention to the wolves laying the cement. Now that the pentacle has been inlaid in obsidian and the bones of Moon Wolves, it will be the perfect trap once the flooring has gone in and the walls painted and decorated. Even under several layers of flooring, the spell will be more than powerfull enough to entrap every single wolf who steps foot on it. Especially those born to the Moon. When the visiting alphas come with their friends, families and followers, they will dance on this floor. And when they do, their energy will be stored, transferred, and read

“He’s silenced your bond with your wolf, but I can sense her. She’s there.” Chloe’s hands trembled slightly. “Can you fix it?” Reva nodded. “I’ve seen this spell before. I came prepared.” She dropped to one knee and reached into her pouch, pulling out a small silver talisman shaped like a crescent moon and a few sprigs of sacred rowan. She placed them gently at Chloe’s feet, then closed her eyes and began to chant. Her voice was soft but powerful, rising like the wind before a storm. The air around them shimmered faintly, the magic laced with something ancient and wild. The talisman glowed, pulsing in rhythm with Chloe’s heart.

The items being a dagger, rope, key and torch. The use of the torch allows the witch to project their astral self and leaviing physical in order to better explore a path of enlightenment. (They do this by tapping on their shadow, granting it the ability to move by itself whille theior physical body has to keep their focus in meditation) The key allows one to gain absolute and totl knowledge of magic.

“Oh, no. That job falls to your little witch here.” All eyes turned to me, and I swallowed hard. I had expected as much, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real. “Fine,” I said, squaring my shoulders. “What do I need to do?” Esther’s smile faded, replaced by something more serious. “First, you’ll need to gather the pack. Every member. The barrier won’t hold unless their unity is genuine. Then, we’ll need specific herbs and symbols to amplify the energy.” Fatima reentered the room, carrying an armful of supplies. “I’ve got most of what we need,” she said, placing the items on the table. “But we’ll need wolfbane and moonstone to complete the ritual.”

Gharp goes to aid him. “Tia,” Sophii whispers to me, catching my attention, “, if it comes down to it, I heard that witch’s amulets can be destroyed with something in particular.” Reaching into her specially sewn in pockets she pulls out what looks to be a very short dagger. “A dagger that has been blessed by the Lake of Gods. Most of our daggers in the village have been blessed, since it aids in killing Skelly’s should they ever travel into the village to harm us.” The dagger itself was nothing particularly special. The blade appeared somewhat blunt and the hilt was wrapped up in a dark brown cloth. I nodded, accepting the blade even though I was sure it wouldn’t be that useful to me. I nee