Wicca Spells Novels & Stories

My magic hums hotter now, responding to the violence and raw power crashing below. The land is awakening, just like the whispers in the lore said. I feel it coiling in my marrow, stronger than before, begging to be unleashed. Enough watching. Time to be powerful, not just sassy. I stand on the branch, steadying myself, and draw deep from that wild core. "Veil and vine, fury and fire," I chant under my breath, my hands weaving the air. Mosswood storm spell, old as the roots, fierce as a coven's wrath.

Instead, she let her gaze meet his, silver eyes flashing, a silent promise exchanged in the heart of the atrium. The witches began preparations immediately. Silver dust scattered across the floor, wards igniting in spectral flames, and hex circles etched themselves across polished stone as the air hummed with raw energy. The scent of incense thickened, oils burning hotter as the rituals were performed. Zaria moved with them, guided by instinct and her wolf’s subtle nudges, placing her hands where the fire demanded, drawing sigils in the air with a grace that left even Rowan and Mara watching in awe.

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

The wizard would strike his staff on the ground and casted spells aloud and the whole sky would turn dark with great light emitting from the staff and its ray beginning to melt the wolves. It eventually forced the wolves to vanish to the amazement of everyone who watched the scene. Once the wolves were gone, the sky returned back to normal and the wizard turned and smiled at them. “I had thought my sister would help but remembered that she didn’t know how to diffuse the Inca spell” the wizard stated. “What is the Inca spell though?” Levi asked with curiosity written on his face. The wizard smiled and said “It is an ancient spell that diffuse mystical holograms” this amazed everyone and Dawso

“She was looking at… the similarities between the werewolf hunts and the witch hunts, and the means by which the villagers back in the time that this book was written went about putting each of those groups to death. This page is all about what was useful against each group.” Everly stared at Lexi for a long moment, and she could see her confusion echoed on the other women's faces as well. “But… why?” Everly asked. “Why would she be looking at that?” Shaking her head, Lexi said, “I don’t know except… oh. Here we go. It’s at the bottom of the page right here. It says, ‘Some people who claim to be witches are able to protect themselves from these deadly elements, such as wolfsbane and silver d

I took a deep breath and released it, trying to relax so I could feel my magic. I felt the familiar thrumming of energy within me, but it pulsed with an unusual weight tonight, reluctant to respond. I closed my eyes, focusing inward. The whispers of my magic grew louder, drowning out my thoughts, and I gritted my teeth, willing the magic to flow. "Please," I muttered, pouring my intention into the spell. I envisioned a warm light surrounding Aric, a protective barrier to break whatever held him there. But the magic remained stubborn, slow to react.

Laci didn't believe her, but kept her mouth shut. On top of the map, Jayden placed a small wooden bowl with the strands of Kayla's reddish hair mixed with olive oil and sage. With the circle complete, the three witches each took a spot on the floor sitting cross-legged between two of the candles and called their magic forth, each lighting the candle to their right. Laci took a deep breath as she placed her palms on her thighs and watched her sister perform the spell.

It was a very strong one, a spell that only full blooded witches could cast effectively and she knew that with the backing of her mother, she would be able to pull it off. Maika prayed that everything worked according to her plans. She found the spell on the last page and she started chanting it at once. It drained her of her essence but in the end, she was successful. She stared down at the white powder that had slowly been forming on the book all the while and she smiled. They were not going to know what him them until it was too late. Maika gathered the powder from the book in a little piece of paper and wrapped it in her palms. Her room door flung startling her and Maisey walked in.

gone, she couldn't overdo it as they all needed her to get everyone out of here alive and quickly. The smell of blood and silver was more powerful now, and the screaming and battle cries made her stomach churn. Tears welled up as she choked back her sobs. I want this to stop, she thought miserably as she watched bodies fall to the floor. Please, she begged as she clasped her hands together while looking up to the cloudy sky, watching the raindrops fall heavily, Moon Goddess, please give me the power to stop this. She stood there for a moment before she remembered a spell she had once read in an old book her father had given her. The words came into her mind clear as day, and although it migh

"Why do I need to know? I really don't have much business with you." "Well, you need to know." I smiled. "You know a lot about black magic from your father, don't you? Then you should know what I'm about to say." I told her and she eyed me. "Have you heard of a recall spell?" I asked and she knitted her brows at me. "Can you be nice enough to tell me what it's all about?" I batted my eyelashes at her. "When something is secured with a recall, it doesn't change hands unless the owner give it up willingly." She explained.