Wicca Faery Novels & Stories

"They tried through dark alchemy and profane blood rituals, my lady. But it is impossible. For a mortal to wield magic, they must be born with a specific spiritual and physical constitution—a constitution that only supernatural beings possess. Even the werewolves also wield magic; their ability to shift under the full moon is a divine gift granted directly by their goddess, Goddess Serene." Mira gestured around the forest. "Those ancient times were filled with myths, gods, and grand legends. We Fae... we are true creatures of the earth, born directly from the soil and ancient magic of nature. Within our kind, we have the Seelie Fae—the light, radiant beings—and the Unseelie Fae. We Púca are

Perhaps her parents would still be here and not a faint memory. Maybe Eden would have been raised as a full-Wiccan instead of always feeling like an outsider. It didn’t matter in the long run. She was not Crystal. She had no intention of languishing for want of anyone, not even her fated match. Where werewolves had mates, Wiccans had fated pairs or matches. It was the same principle as a mate but based on a Wiccan’s magical instincts. The magical connection that came with meeting your fated match wasn’t something that could be faked and everyone was taught from a young age to trust their magical instincts above all things.

“So, Nat, you said that you have taught me all about magic, yet I still haven’t learned how to open portals with my own will and not because of fear. “Aralyn, I cannot teach you something that I am not capable of doing. There are Fae who can open portals, but they are royalty. I am a banished Fae Elder and a Priestess. I can open portals to some subrealms of Soovaree, but Wengarthria is definitely above my league. Only celestials and some royal families in Soovaree can open portals to Wengarthria.” Nat said.

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

I exit the dungeon without another word. Levi and Ariana join me in researching Wiccan history. “Witches can have a variety of magical powers in addition to the ability to cast spells,” Ariana says while reading a dusty leatherbound manuscript. “What kind of powers does it mention,” I ask. “All kinds! Elemental variances having to do with earth, fire, wind, and water, as well as telekinesis, freezing time, premonition, astral projection, um…oh my moon goddess…” Levi and I stare at her, waiting for her to continue.

he challenged in a warning tone. She responded with a faint smile and a quick nod of her head. Beau cleared his throat, leaning forward in his chair so his elbows rested on his thighs. “So what can you tell us about the Gylandies?” “They’re quickly growing in numbers, offering people they attack the chance to join the movement or die. They currently have over one hundred faeries and around eight witches. There is one witch who takes charge when casting spells, I don’t know where she gets her power from but she isn’t to be underestimated. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she used to be part of the Fer Fung coven, she’s that powerful.”

he told her, but as one weed is ripped from the soil, so it only makes space for another to grow. A year of being together they bared a child, and ten years later, there he sat teaching his son how to be what he was, that day was just as any other, Hector would teach him in depth... To many the word 'Fay' means faerie, a being of light, some say its a mischievous thing that always fools travelers and steals trinkets and clothing. But in reality Fay were also not to be trifled with, especially the type Kaylee was, Arch-fay, warriors in their own right the closest resemblance humans have for them is paladins, warriors of light.

“Yes!” “That’s very bad. I’ve read a lot of books about earth Fae, and they’re very strong. Their powers are just like a witch channeler's. They can control anything and bind anything to obey them and they’ve been wiped out of existence long ago by their very own kind, so if there’s any here, right now and in the dungeon, then that means they want to be here for a reason, because they’re too strong to be tied down by petty chains, even witches spells can’t lock them in” I said from my point of view, and Kaiser quickly pulled back from me.

We turn the corner and in the clearing up ahead I see Marigold, Jasper, Juniper, Rainy, and Antigone all sitting in the mud, small knives in their hands digging away at roots, stems, and berries, stashing them away in small canvas bags. “Wildcrafting Day?” I query, intrigued. At the sound of my voice, Juniper looks up and waves, her curls bouncing in her high ponytail. “We made a deal with the fae to have the last Sunday of the month to gather our spell materials from these woods since we don’t have any wooded territory of our own.” He elaborates. “The witches used to control all the woods from Dows Prairie to Kneeland, but when the Fae had to move their mound to the Arcata Community Forest

Fae exist for a purpose which becomes the incarnation of their power. Thus, they cease to exist without it returning to nothing but ashes. Sometimes, they interact and blend in with humans just like Iridescent, the Heart Manipulator. However most of them are often content hiding behind the shadows like Orion, known among fairy folk as Morpheus derived from the God of sleep in Greek Mythology.