Taglock Witchcraft Novels & Stories

"It's not possible to do that. Only a witch or a sorcerer can remove it." Just as he made mention of a witch, it all made sense to Athena. She stood to her feet in alarm. "Does that mean a witch has somehow snuck into our pack? Does that mean someone has released the great witch and is giving rise to all fallen witches?" Damien was sure. Infact, he didn't look sure. His expression was sullen and he wished he had an answer to it. "I honestly don't know, your highness. Talismans are only planted in different regions to trap or ward off spirits. But we do not know why this strange man planted tarot cards. We don't know if he's keeping them out or trapping them in."

"Spread her legs and make them free. I love them when they fight back. As he pulled his zip down I struggled and pushed him away. I felt fingers and claws around My thigh, I tried struggling more, not wanting my pants to be pulled down. It finally registered to me that it was particularly cold that evening. I Was nothing compared to their strength, and the fact that they were calling their wolves to the surface. My eyes began to change and I saw a twinkling flash before my eyes, I called into my wolf, something I had only done once. "Take her far away and hide her, find a sorcerer, and put a controversy in her mind. We must prevent anyone from seeing her" "I am afraid…. " "Don't be. I'ill me

She knew that while technology could trap a wolf's body, the old ways could still protect a wolf's space. Before the sun had set, she had used the small silver scalpel from her pocket to scrape a few chips of dried blue root and salt from her old herb pouch, remnants she had managed to keep hidden in the lining of her denim overalls. She had pressed the mixture into the seams of the heavy oak double doors, whispering the low, rhythmic words her father had taught her to lock out unwanted Alphas. It wasn't a physical lock. It was a spiritual barrier that turned the threshold into a wall of blistering heat for anyone carrying the Alonso bloodline.

The dungeon door closed again and I was left alone with Ramine's corpse for the second time. I tried to break out of the chains but it was useless just like before. During this time, I was nearly not as strong as I am right now. I had been rendered completely powerless because I would be unable to shift into my wolf thanks to the shackle around my neck. The shackle around my neck was no ordinary shackle. Alpha Waylen and Tanika were working hand in hand with an outcast witch. The witch had spelled the neck shackle so that as long as it was around my neck, it would lock in and restrain my wolf.

Alpha Alex, growing increasingly impatient, demanded answers. Finally, after exhaustive research, an old scholar stepped forward with a trembling voice. He revealed that the symbol was a long-forgotten sigil, one associated with a powerful and ancient coven of witches. When used in dark rituals, the sigil was believed to summon forth a malevolent force capable of wreaking havoc and sowing chaos. The revelation sent a chill down Alpha Alex's spine. He had tried to dismiss the idea of witchcraft, but the evidence was too compelling to ignore.

Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack all but roared. Ignoring him, I turned toward Witch Lily. “Witch Lily, let’s show them the truth.” She twirled her witch staff with her hands while chanting a spell, and I moved my moon-like object to my palms, willing the energy inside it to flow to Witch Lily. A warm yellow light blanketed the crowd in front of us. They all lost focus of their eyes and became dazed as the memories Witch Lily was showing them entered their minds.

Along with her parents who I would be happy to resurrect. Sardonyx waved her hands, freeing the pastor from his shackles. Just keep this in mind. If you reneged on our agreement or try to sabotage the ritual in anyway, I’ll make sure that Morgan never live to see her birthday. I understand. I’ll do as you say. Once a warlock, always a warlock. The vampwolf witch snapped her fingers and in the blink of an eye, the pastor found himself in his church with his congregation cheering him on as if nothing had happened.

Gerwulf sighed hard, referring to the thick red woven collar around his neck. His father had made sure to place it there when his abilities began to show when he was a child. Luna Hylda despised Gerwulf, him being a constant reminder of her mate's infidelity. She managed to convince them that Gerwulf was dangerous and would hurt his younger siblings. They called upon a high priest, having him bind the child and limit his powers.

link was through Asil—but the only way the witch’s control of him made sense was if she was tied closely to Asil’s dead mate. Then she could run her own magic through that link and take control of any of Brian’s wolves. He took the time to give Asil a cold look. Asil would have known that the bond to his dead mate was still in place—and he should have told Brian. He had the feeling that there were more things he should have known. The witch had somehow kept the mating bond alive while she killed Sarai. He hated witches. “Colin Taggart,” she purred. “You are mine now. Your will is mine.” He felt the magic she poured at him. Some of it slid off him like honey on warm toast: lingering a bit, h

Across the courtyard under the western awning, Thessaly and I sat cross legged in a circle of chalk and moon sigils, our skirts dark with spilled moonwater and chalk dust. We pressed shimmering moonstones and silver charms into warm wax seals, charging each trinket with raw lunar magic as we whispered in the Goddess’s ancient tongue. The sigils hummed once then blazed silver, power snapping like sparks against my fingertips. One row became five. Five became ten. Until we had an entire tray of holy moon trinkets, necklaces, throwing clasps, bracers, pins, anything we could use to strike a possessed wolf without killing them. When everything was laid out and glowing quietly in the dark, I fina