Weed Witchcraft Novels & Stories

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.

" Lazarus and I asked in unision. "Someone tried to kidnap her fromt he orphanage." Abigail replied. “What’s the difference between a witch and a Druid?” Rook asked confused while i processed the new information. Abigail laughed, “You silly boy. Druids are elementals and can control nature and speak to its creatures where witches deal more with spirits and familiars, some witches even channeling spirits. We use chants and tools to help us with our craft, where druids use instinct and are born with an affinity for it."

“Too much of it. Until you learn control, you are a danger to yourself and others. We must start small.” She began pacing, explaining as she went. “Each witch has a gift, a strand of the great weave. Seeing the future. Speaking to the dead. Brewing potions. Crafting charms. In rare lines, creation, nature, fire, water, air. Never more than one. Not since the Originals.” Aria listened carefully taking in everything she had to say.

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No

The connection between them was the problem and I had never once targeted the connection directly. Witchcraft. Real witchcraft, not the witch coven compounds that Lyra had been playing with, not the binding spell theatrics from the testing stone night, but the older kind that the outer territories still practiced and that I had grown up watching my father use when he needed something done that conventional means could not accomplish. The kind that reached into the bond itself and corrupted it from the inside. The kind that did not break the connection but turned it, made it feel wrong instead of right, made Kael's wolf associate Sera's presence with something that repelled rather than pulled