Wicca Spells Novels & Stories

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

It was just a tale but he proved it right when he saw my reaction. “Your eyes couldn’t lie. You are so transparent.” he said like he knew me for a very long time. I couldn’t stand him looking at me straight, so I left his eyes first. Then, he talked about the deal. “You are a witch, right? Then make a love potion and steal my brother’s heart.” he proposed. “You are insane.” I told him. I learned nothing about spells, magic and potions. Not even a single one. My mother didn’t introduce me to any form of it. Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever.

Wanda called out loudly. All the witches hurriedly started preparing for the ritual. They draw a huge Pentagram in the middle of their town. They placed fresh heads of human sacrifices, which were arranged just for this purpose. Blood was splattered all around, making the pentagram shine blood red. Wanda arrived then, wearing a black robe. She walked into the center of the Pentagram. The other witches stood around the drawings, just outside the freshly severed heads. Wanda started chanting, and soon all the other witches followed suit as one. Different tones chanted the same spell in a chorus. As the intensity of the spells started to increase, the pentagram started to fill with a strange en

Micca leaned over and sniffed the bundle I placed in front of her. I picked up everyone one by one. “Yarrow, mugwort, rose, rosemary, and ginkgo. Alone and they aren’t much but together, with a little sacrifice and the right words, and we have a spell.” I handed the last bundle to Wendy. “I’ll go first.” I placed the candle in the center of the bowl and lit it. “Fuck.” I got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and came back. “A knife?” Hanna paled, but I just chuckled.

‘By the Moon’s light and spirits of the night, Break the curse and end the werewolves plight. With a cursed beings life force I plea, Free the enslaved, let their true selves be. Unbind their chains and restore their will, Harmony with the Moon will let their spirit fill. With gratitude and reverence I cast this spell, Liberate the werewolves, release them from this hell, So mote it be.’

"Alright, witches, our duty is to safeguard this child from prying eyes. No one must discern her true identity or sense her powers until the appointed time. Join me in the chant for the glamour spell: 'Quidquid requiritur fiat.'" The incantation echoed relentlessly, voices uniting as they repeated the incantation. "Quidquid requiritur fiat, quidquid requiritur fiat!" they chanted in unison, huddled around a tiny infant, and this memory manifested as a shadowy recollection. "Now, hearken, ancient Gods, this child's abilities must remain concealed from all. Witches, repeat after me," declared the leader, her long white hair flowing as she raised her arms towards the heavens.

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a

Some of them can actually be used to protect myself, or fight, if I need to. Ever since I started practicing with spells, the magic in me seems to be growing stronger unpredictable. I still haven’t come to terms with being a wolfless werewolf and a witch. But I try to push the thoughts away and focus more on my practice. Today, I’m ready for something bigger. I raise my hand and speak the words from the spell, “Pa vanos.” The air around me shivers, and the window in front of me suddenly shatters, disappearing into nothingness.

She was to find a white dove and perform a ritual that entailed slaughtering the dove whilst chanting the following spell: Father of darkness Hear my plea Grant the words I pray to thee Attack the witch Of which I speak Make her powers Mute or weak Let her powers Never grow Let them dwindle And never show Bind her strength And bind her might This is the prayer I pray tonight Emerald shivered as she read the spell. It gave her hope but somehow filled her with dread at the same time. Could she really do this to Leah or would the Goddess send this back to her threefold?

“It took me a long time to even start spelling the spells properly to start using them and then I began making all kinds of mistakes.” “Really?” Now that had me interested. “Tell me about your witchy days.” Her laugh echoed through the empty room. “Well, all my spells are actually Latin words with the literal meanings. Like if I want to set something on fire, I say ‘Incensa’!” She held up her hand and a small ball of fire bloomed in her palm, which she then quashed with her hand. “It literally translates to ‘set fire’.” “So then…what if there are similar spells for Fae as well!” A light bulb suddenly went up in my head. “What if we had been doing this whole thing wrong and I need to read out