Weed Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“The Rosewater Clan is a storied coven founded in the American South during the early 1700s. Steeped in rich tradition and ancestral power, they trace their roots to a group of European settlers who brought ancient folk magic practices with them across the Atlantic. Over generations, the Rosewater Clan became known for their unwavering adherence to old-world customs, emphasizing ceremonial spell work, seasonal rites, and strict hierarchical leadership. Their founding matriarch, Elspeth Rosewater, was said to have established the coven’s core doctrines, which emphasize loyalty to bloodlines, the sacred balance of nature, and the importance of preserving ancient magical texts and practices. Th

The slight rise and fall of her body, the low purr that vibrates through her, and the softness of her fur keep me from stopping the ritual. The witch lays her herb bundle down, taking up a bottle filled with a dark liquid. Standing, she uncaps the bottle and sprinkles the liquid around the circle as her chanting becomes louder. She traces shapes along the edge of the circle, bringing them in and around Erie, and then around me when she gets to my side. The lines cross and connect between me and Erie, flaring a brighter purple when she flings an unknown powder out. Is this really going to work? I’d seen my mother do rituals before, but never anything like this.

She spoke in between gritted teeth. The dwarf witch laughed again, this time louder and maliciously. “I am the great witch of the seven oceans. I’ve lived alone in this coven for a thousand years. There’s nothing impossible for me to do, except if it’s the will of the formidable gods and goddesses. You yearned for the love of the Alpha of the Silver Crust Pack for so long, but he’s not your mate, and his destiny doesn’t lie with you, but…” The dwarf witch stopped and stared coldly at her, making Imelda curious and anxious.

“Kill the witch!” My chest felt tight, I could not breathe right but I forced the words out. “Look at the facts,” I said. “Mara was twisted, arms bent, and black veins everywhere. That takes strong controlled magic. I can barely light a candle without it flickering. My power is new and unstable. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.” A few people went quiet and looked at each other.

But it would appear that we couldn't run from them for long. Cordelia had always claimed that she conceived Seraphina through dark magic so we could have a fourth. Four witches would be enough to start our own coven. With our own coven, it would stop the other covens from visiting us and trying to gain our allegiance. Cordelia had everything planned out. Celeste, being the oldest, was the witch of spirit and air. Cordelia was the witch of water, and I, the witch of earth. Seraphina was meant to be the fire witch of our coven.

Add to that, the witches have added their ‘witchy lights’ and we can barely get the sprites out of the gardens. We realized much too late that many of the witches needed our help, just as much as other supernaturals. Cohen and I have taken in several single mothers who were running just so they could protect their children. Some have even found their mates among the wolves and even some among the sprites. At first, the wolves would be jealous that their mate had children with another man, but in many instances, these children were the result of some cultish coven event where the leader of the coven slept with all the women, whether consensual or not. According to the witches who have joined

Fated Mates are nothing more than a term to control werewolves under the guise of witchcraft used by those cultists that say the Moon Goddess speaks to them. This girl is crazy, got it. "I am sorry, Juniper. I know not what you speak. We do not have fat mates in this pack." I raise my hands in a bit of a defensive manner, hoping to not have to deal with a fanatic zealot first thing in the morning.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Gwendolyn smiled sadly and replied, “We have been observing you for quite some time now. You were not deemed ready but because of this incident, the Triple Goddess has pushed her plans forward. Come and meet the others. Enough of the sad atmosphere.” Clara nodded and followed Gwendolyn who stopped by a group wearing blue overalls with the sign of lightning on it, “Hello.” Instead of shaking her outstretched hand, they all stood up and went on their knees with bowed head. It was at this moment that she noted that everybody was on their knees before her. Clara looked at Gwendolyn with a panic filled expression and said, “What is going on here?” Gwendolyn smirked, “Prophecies and fate has deter

Earlier I had been so confused when he gave some herbs to the maid, and she had nodded immediately as if understanding without words what he wanted her to do with them. “Witchcraft requires more than just physical strength but also mental and emotional strength. So for that reason, the purpose of the herbs is to make you healthy and your mental health stable. That's the purpose for it and that's why I need you to concentrate,” he replied, looking up, he seemed to be thinking for a while before adding.