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

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

“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.

How a shifter using the natural, Moon Goddess approved spirits that surrounds us was different to the manipulation used by witches. Although called Dark Arts, it is more a form of meditation, connecting to the Moon Goddess on a higher level for guidance or assistance. However Witches would summon demons to do their bidding, feasting on the misery of others, causing chaos across the nation. Some Alpha’s were found to be using such devices, causing them to be cast out and their packs dismantled. It was fascinating to read.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face