Weed Witchcraft Novels & Stories

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.

The power of doctors with Mesopotamian magic was witnessed by Princess Rosemary herself and that's what got her captivated in learning the magic in ancient medicines too. She acknowledged that the Mesopotamian magic was benefitted with the witchcraft, this witchcraft was not evil in fact the trick of medicines and power of controlling the soul of the patient. Hence she wished for getting mastered in the witchcraft with so much of determination at only the early age of 10, none dared to disobey her either. The negligence of her father played a vital role for Princess Rosemary to grow up to be a lady of her own wishes now. Princess Rosemary's masters in Mesopotamian magic of medicines never mu

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

Unlike the true werewolves, whose beasts were a divine gift naturally bestowed upon them by the Moon Goddess, these creatures had ripped the spirits of wolves from the wild and chained them to their own life forces through blood rituals. Deep within the vision, she found herself moving past rows of primitive mud huts. Witches clustered in small circles outside them, their hands moving in synchronized rhythms as they performed dark witchcraft rituals, the air humming with their chants. Rose kept wandering, her ethereal form searching desperately for any sign of her mother or brother. She kept going until her feet seemed to move on their own, guided by an invisible, magnetic pull. They led her

The coven witches had been trying their best to finally conclude the last piece of the spell required for the ritual the minute Alpha Killian found the gifted one, Thea, but they were unable to. Valerie had no idea what exactly they were doing wrong. But for some reason, the coven of witches were still unable to complete the last piece of the spell. Even the best weavers in the coven couldn't make out the spell. Weavers were witches who had been specially gifted with the ability to create spells. Every witch was born with specific gifts. Some could foretell the future, like Amelie, others could create spells, some were channelers, and a lot more.

He picked me up into his strong embrace carrying me bridal style. "Where are we going?" I sighed. Bed was what I wanted. "To see my mom. I can't just stand here and remain composed like usual. We need to try to do something... see if she can give us any insight that a traditional doctor can't," he more or less sounded as if speaking to himself. His eyes looked dazed as he hurriedly took us through the halls of Harvest Moon. They hadn't had a court witch in over twenty years because of Gerwulf's conception. The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her.

By the time I'm done I have five pages of neatly written steps, runes, herbs and spells that will give me a potion that can take off all illusions. The moment I'm done, the knowledge leaves me and retreats back to that space of my mind that's now filled with new knowledge. For a moment I do nothing but stare at the things I've written down while one question runs through my mind. Even if I have the steps and spells for the potion available to me, is it safe for me to do something like this on pack soil? Witchcraft isn't outlawed in the Silvercrest pack but it's not allowed either. Witches are more of a myth than actual beings in this pack. Coren might have shown signs of extreme hatred for w

The moonlight illuminates down through the place that once was a roof. Stepping through what's left of the arch that leads into the old prayer room, I close my eyes and turn my face to the moon allowing it to seep into me. I feel my wolf push forward, I see her in my mind's eye as she too holds her face to the moon and the Goddess that looks down on all her children with warmth and love. Opening my eyes I start to move through the room to the base of the old tree. I place a hand on the trunk of the tree, close my eyes and say a quick prayer to my spirits and ask Hecate, goddess of witchcraft to help guide me.

“And what is that smell?” “Cayenne pepper, nettles, and thyme are scattered around the room, and I’m burning sage.” The supposed ‘Good Witch’ greets me as she steps over a ring of herbs. I don’t trust her very much either. I don’t trust any witch these days. “We are trying to keep my sister out of your head.” “Let me guess. You want to leverage my power for some fight with her.” I rolled my eyes, only lowering my sword slightly.