Weed Witchcraft Novels & Stories

"Hwuatiki is the last surviving witch of the white cat coven, who is gifted with the power to foresee the future and commune with the spirits of the dead. Hwuatiki has the gift of hearing and knowing the will of the moon goddess, when she refused fighting alongst side the white witch and the red witch tribe in joining forces with Reficul in impeaching the moon goddess' reign. Whereas, the red witch tribe which still exists today in the Kard realm, had previously manipulated the white witches’ vision with dark arts into foreseeing wrong about warring with the moon goddess

My name is Cordelia Gabriel, and I’m a witch. It’s my 18th birthday. At the Bar Mitzvah, each witch goes through a ceremony to become a full member of our witch coven. Tonight, I’m going through this ritual. The ceremony took place in a hidden forest. Witches once flourished, but now they are in decline. Ten years ago, Alpha King, from the Dark Shine Pack, united this country, and no one was allowed to use magic in this land. The coven has been reduced to untouchables, oppressed.

There is a story of people born with red hair as a sign of a witch. A witch was born from a demon in the shape of human beings with magic powers. Having red hair signifies chaos among humans and those who can control monsters. I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy.

" Your sons keep saying the same thing but i don't understand it." Amy turns to face him. "We are elemental witches. Our powers come from the elements around us. It is essential for us to establish a bond with our surrounding nature, otherwise we will not be as strong. I guess, if you trusted us with your secret, we can trust you with ours..." she said, kind of shyly. Witches... More witches... The Alpha is not going to like it at all.

But witches operated outside pack law, outside the rules that governed our world. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Useful. "What kind of herbs?" I asked carefully. "All kinds, from what I understand. Fertility treatments, obviously. But also, things for..." Britney hesitated. "Other purposes." "Like what?" "Influence. Persuasion." She lowered her voice further. "My sister's friend used something to make her mate more... attentive. Said it worked perfectly." Tessa scoffed. "That's manipulation." "That's survival," Britney countered. "Sometimes fate needs a little push."

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

she answered. I heard a low throaty growl. I didn’t think I would ever react to it in such an animalistic manner, but the human in me has taken a back seat. I didn’t care about my rules and beliefs at that point. All I could see was red. Rage. Fury. Revenge. “I know they are using witchcraft, but it isn’t normal witchcraft, Aaron. It is something way more powerful than we thought it would be, and I know whom they must be using,” she added.

She swallows thickly and I feel my wolf’s heart sink a little as he considers his next words carefully. ‘It is tradition amongst witches, to keep their mother’s name. They are a matriarchal people, and the divine gifts that pass from mother to daughter ensures that they are revered by the men they bond with and provides protection for their offspring. It was necessary then, to ensure their survival, that they bond with the strongest men they could. That is why the Llewellyn witches always bonded with Sacred Moon Alphas or occasionally Betas. Our Moon Goddess, and the witch’s Blessed Mother, worked together to ensure the survival of their most powerful and cherished children.’ His explanation