Weed Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“She promised him that he will eventually have a wolf—she will give him a wolf, in exchange for worshipping her.” I could not hide my astonished gasp. “Eliane desired to be bowed before, where creatures will look at her with awe and kneel down upon her presence. The Forest Witch eventually managed to gather a dozen of wolfless ones.” She paused when she noticed the emotion that flashed across my face. “Eliane, like me, is a High Priestess. In fact, she’s the first High Priestess of Stella’s Soul. But she was not a werewolf. Her witchcraft, which originated from another deity, a gift to her bloodline as my predecessors once told me, is the only thing she has—the only thing she can wield.”

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

But is it really crazy if I get to unlock my wolf and become normal? Silence enveloped the four corners of the chamber until the Highest Priestess opened the black book and began intoning some foreign words that only she, and the other witches, could understand. It was a black spell meant to communicate with the moon and its spirit. The Highest Priestess kept chanting the same phrases, closing her eyes for a brief moment and opening them with her eyeballs rolling back.

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

Then again, she’d be even more pissed if she realized how many of her witches liked to go into battle stoned out of their minds. We each had plots in the Ether where we cultivated whatever herbs and plants we needed for spells. I dedicated an entire acre to growing weed—mostly so I could use it to barter. These witches really believed it helped them tap into their power. What it actually did was dull their senses and kill their fear response. Sure, they were relaxed, but they were also slow and easy to ambush. Not my problem. I’m not going into battle with them. I want every one of them dead. They’re all rotten. Stains on the name of the Crone. Stains on Hecate.

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.

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

A new determination settles in my chest and I shut off the water and get out to dry off and get ready to go to my office and make some calls. (Beth POV) I have been sitting on this log just inside the forest watching as the Goddess goes from wolf to wolf attempting to install wisdom and encouragement. WItches are different. We weren't born from the Moon Goddess and we don’t worship her. We worship the elements Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. Witches can align themselves with whomever they please, some with packs and with any other species including humans. Most witches practice black or white magic, I prefer grey. I believe that even black magic can be used for good though I am careful with wha

"I told you, not today." "And why not?" I blushed while feeling his hard erect growing inside his pants. "Tonight is not a good date to make pups. Don't you know that?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Celtic Witches beliefs?" He shrugged. "Maybe. It's how it works in Black Dew Pack, so we have to respect that." "Let's go back to my topic. So, meaning you asked a Celtic Witch to help you about the calendar? That means you've hired someone to make me weak..."

The witch had done so many enchantments with their blood with some ingredients and herbs like Mandrake root, Mugwort, etc. "Is it going to work? This is the first time we are trying this, it never got this serious," Bryan asked Aiden. "There is always a first time for everything, brother", Aiden smirked, despite the pain and stress he was feeling. "It better work, and we will need to see her again about this, we have never had it get this bad, there were little signs, but this was just too extreme, f*ck", Bryan cursed out angrily, "I really hate this."