Weed Witchcraft Novels & Stories

As we entered the forest, we decided to divide into teams to expedite the search for her. 'There are a lot of witches living here, Alpha.' 'Indeed' I replied. That's why I kept telling my warriors to stay focused. For ages, witches have danced in the ritual to create as many hybrid pups as they can by mating with werewolves or vampires. Their aid is to broaden and enrich their lineage. I know that their practice has continued to stand tall until today. I bet those witches were quick to sense the aura emanating from my pack members the moment we set foot on their turf. Witches have the charm to seduce anyone they want, and numerous wolves have fallen under their spell.

"Being one the original witches created directly by the goddess, I was biased and exalted by the mother of all supernatural creatures. We cherished and acclaimed her name and she was happy with us. Till decades later, we began adding in numbers as we gave birth and spread in every corner of the earth, creating covens while we were made the council, our word was final. But that bliss was short-lived when children started going missing and we'll find them the next day hanged on the trees, weird marks, and patterns drawn on their bodies, whoever taking them was using them to strengthen their powers, becoming stronger. We were frightened and distrust sculptured in our midst, parents were more wa

“She was looking at… the similarities between the werewolf hunts and the witch hunts, and the means by which the villagers back in the time that this book was written went about putting each of those groups to death. This page is all about what was useful against each group.” Everly stared at Lexi for a long moment, and she could see her confusion echoed on the other women's faces as well. “But… why?” Everly asked. “Why would she be looking at that?” Shaking her head, Lexi said, “I don’t know except… oh. Here we go. It’s at the bottom of the page right here. It says, ‘Some people who claim to be witches are able to protect themselves from these deadly elements, such as wolfsbane and silver d

Alex had practiced white witchcraft with his mother for a few years before her death so he knew literally everything about their operations to know that these spirits were agents to someone bigger than they were. He didn't come with his talisman as he wasn't prepared for such a situation. His mother had told him that the great black witch had been exiled by the Lycan Confederate and Alex knew that no one dared go against their rules. As he walked towards the garden, the temperature increased and he could feel goosebumps raise on his skin. It was almost freezing out here and one would think it was closing in on winter. But it was something strange. Alex took a seat on the stone chair and clos

“Okay, then I’ll take your word for it. They harmed no witches.” “Of course, they didn’t harm any witches. There’s no species of supernatural creature truly connected to witches. The church made up the whole witch thing and then tried to fit every person into that category that didn’t fit their narrowminded views or got in their way. Others just ran with it for their benefit. The closest creatures that exist are Druids, Mages, and, of course, Shifters. That whole changing into bats and cats is probably from someone witnessing a shifter changing form. Druids are natural healers and close to nature. Mages, they’re educated, they work their magic through study, and a connection to the stars.”

The coven members mingled with Mary and Dean, eager to learn more about the powerful witch and the werewolf Alpha who had captured the hearts of Christian and Chloe. Mary, with her radiant presence and enigmatic aura, captivated the attention of the coven members as she shared stories of her magical heritage and adventures from distant lands. Her eyes sparkled with ancient wisdom, and her words wove a spellbinding tapestry of spells and rituals that left the listeners in awe of her power and grace. The coven members were drawn to her like moths to a flame, each eager to bask in the light of her mystical knowledge and experience.

“He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.” “That’s because he has a knack for calling out witches.” “It’s true!” Udora gasped. Giving me a wide-eyed look. Her brown hair tossing in her huff. “You think otherwise?” “I think its mighty convenient he always seems to find some trace of witchery on every woman he accuses.” “Devil marks or devil gifts.” She emphasized. “Proof.” “Is it really though?” I eyed her askance. She frowned. “Well, what else would it be?”

"Good… What is a witch, then?" "The witches are niché beings, amongst the humans, also known as the wives of Asmodeus — The divine beast of Luxuria. Divine beasts and goddesses can make contracts irrelevant to their capacity. But among all the fifteen divine beasts, only Asmodeus was given the right to contract with a large number of humans."

It was the brown haired one again, his eyes narrowed as he stared at me. Suddenly I smelt such a delicious scent that to sniffed him trying to see if it was from him, but it wasn't, I knew what this scent meant, and it scared me and delighted me as well, I was scared that he would reject me just like Alpha Rick did, and I was delighted to know the moon goddess gave me another mate.

The Spirit Weaver started to chant the magical words of the wolf spirits. Several older members of the pack started to hum in harmony, lending their voices to the steady chant spilling from the Weaver's mouth. The eerie wolfish music mixed with the magic smoke that carried the smell of bay leaves, angelica, and calendula. The Weaver picked up an apparatus that looked very similar to a priest’s aspergillum, but instead of sprinkling holy water, he whirled it around his head, spilling blessed and secretly curated oil out in arced circles around him.