Wicca Spells Novels & Stories

“Late in to the night, the storm grew violent, the lightning flashed, filled with rage and fury. Vengeance. The pouring rain smelled of pungent blood, blood that had been shed days before.” “Is it Théoden? Did something happen to him?” Aurora whispered. “Aye, it is. Théoden, the warrior of night, the bringer of new dawn. He was gripped by greed, seduced by the devil and he fell. He fell and betrayed all he had promised.” Lyka looked crestfallen, broken. Art knew she had grieved, years and years, for this friend of hers, theirs. “Our magick was/is ancient, white. It is the art of invoking good spirits, elements for greater good. This magick is consecrated and not destructive. We follow a code

I asked her I wanted her to tell me everything because she thought I would go down for her crimes "Oh, that's what made you think I was a witch, well I have a witch friend and she helped me with a few spells and they are the ones I used on your pregnancy but as for Tomas it was a little bit of witchcraft and what he was already feeling. The spell I used was called illumination and it illuminated his hatred for you" she said with a smirk

Maybe some spell I can use. I keep flipping through the pages filled with my mother’s elegant handwriting until I come across a section on protective magic. The section is towards the back of the book and it has a boldly written title: *Knowledge against physical harm. This requires wolfsbane (purified), silver dust, flower petals of devil’s trumpet, and the spellcaster’s blood…* Spellcaster’s blood? I keep reading through the instructions carefully. It’s complex, but it’s doable. I can gather the ingredients and perform the spell to create protective charms for my father. Doing that will—

- the words that come out of the witch's mouth seem to have an echo, reverberating around us. — With blood and fire I Thee send ...With blood and fire I Thee send ... —To the place where you belong… Where you belong... — Hoping that my future bends ... I see shooting stars fall, they descend like raging balls of fire. The world convulses, the walls of the Villa seem to close in on us, thunder, lightning and sparks rain down, the witch and my lord writhe in pain as the fire is replaced by a blinding red glow. — Se agapó mikrí mou mágissa . – I hear my lord whisper and my vision blurs.

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 say grabbing his arm and placing him in the middle of the circle I just drew, both of us standing on the sigil in the middle of the circle. “Take a deep breath and don’t think about anything. Once the spell starts, I can’t stop, so make sure you stand inside the circle and next to me. You got it?” Warren nods and I prepare my magic and take a deep breath as I start reciting the spell. “Verbena, vervain and thyme Bring me to the forbidden forests in time Astrally project my being To the place I wish to be seeing Let the power of the elements guide me To the forests that are forbidden to see

After all, what could she want from me, especially when I had nothing to offer? — Wizards and Archmages are the only ones who can still use enchantments and divine prayers, although many prefer dark magic. Lastly, the Wiccans. You're quite unique, Olivia. Wiccans can't create magic or use spells. Instead, you use the energy around you or stored in something. The four common types are fire, water, air, and earth. But you're not common. The kind of energy you use is cursed. — Do I cast curses on people?

Nonetheless, they made me feel hurt, helpless, and pathetic. It was a blessing in disguise that I spent all the time outside work practicing magic. That allowed me to lock the door saying, “private life” and bury a key. I was diligent at studying the demonic language. I even made my own notes based on what Immara found. After two months, now I felt confident of planning the breaking spell ritual in detail. I asked Grandma and Aunt Kira to help me perform the locating spell which supposed to help us find the sacred place with the highest level of inner energy. Aunt was so excited that she even came three hours earlier than we were supposed to meet.

I closed my eyes and began to concentrate, gathering magic around me in a shimmering aura. Softly, I chanted the first spell, a complex incantation to induce a deep sleep in Alpha's wolf, ensuring he wouldn't wake during the memory erasure. My voice grew stronger with each verse, the air crackling with power. As I reached the second spell, rain began to lash against the windows, conjured by my magic into a stormy tempest outside.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were completely white. I placed a protection spell over him and waited for his instructions. “Edith Whittaker is a cosmic witch, which means that she gets her energy from the universe. This could be infinite if used and dealt with properly. You are against a which that is centuries your senior. To counteract her spells, you would need to disable her ability to harness the energy she needs to cast a spell otherwise, any spell you use against her before that would only be absorbed, harnessed, and used against you. You would only make her stronger.” He explained in a monotonous voice.