Witch Beads Novels & Stories

It was thought to be priceless. Chad snapped back to his senses and asked, "Do you know what this is?" "It's a sky bead. Before I got married, a priest gave it to me when I traveled to Shelland." Chad was astounded. He was surprised that Sandra had one. "This is a Pharmako Sky Bead. The priests in Shelland made it by mixing top-class medicine ingredients with stone powder. "This sky bead is high in medicinal value. One of these can cost at least 1.4 million dollars!"

That was not something his wealth could casually duplicate. I arranged the black beads, deep blue stones, silver spacers, alphabet cubes, elastic strings, and velvet pouch in front of me, then began the careful process of threading them together. I wanted matching bracelets, one for him and one for me, simple but intimate, elegant but deeply personal, each one carrying the other’s name. It sounded straightforward in theory, but in practice the beads slipped, the string twisted, and more than once I had to start over because my fingers were apparently less graceful than my imagination. I was muttering to myself over a stubborn knot when a chair scraped softly across from me.

he replied. "How did you get this bead? Who gave it to you? Was it Oak?" Wymond asked. "Oak?" he rolled his eyeballs. "I don't know who Oak is, that's just a bead I saw at an auction and bought it" Wymond put the bead back in the box and shoved it in his pocket, then turned away from Marshall and walked towards a wall where torture devices are being displayed as though they're for sale. He ran his fingers through some devices for some time, he closed his eyes and smirked.

Did this have something to do with the illusory Book of Life and Death? He went over and reached out for the bead, but had the same result as Quinn and Mia. Mia felt better when she saw this. Even though Chase was more powerful and forced the Nether Goatman to commit suicide, he did not manage to get his hands on the bead either. "That bead is quite pretty. It has a nice, solid shade of black." She sighed while looking at it. Chase was inspecting the bead as well. The bead was black, shiny, and translucent. It looked like crystal, but was not completely solid. It was more appropriate to describe it as a water essence. It was a little water ball that did not require any containers.

"Look at him. He’s fine." "Get out of my way!" I shoved her aside, racing to the base of the ride. A round had just ended; adults staggered off, clutching their chests, faces pale. I lunged forward to free Ryder, but before I could reach him, the ride lurched back into motion. This time, Ryder was the only passenger. Alone. As he rose again, higher and higher, my mind snapped.

It’s a pure coincidence that I catch its silver hair and see the beads twisted around its bangs. “Holy pancakes...” I hold my breath as I recognize the beads the creature is wearing. Years ago, I arranged those beads in a bracelet that I gave to my sister when she turned five. She always wore that bracelet, probably even on the day she disappeared. And now this monster is wearing it like an accessory in its long hair.

“I don’t have much to live again, and you still need to take care of him.” “Yeye Omo,” Iya Agba hisses. “W- wh- what is this witch’s bead?” Kudaisi speak up for the first time since the conversation begins. Seeing the two of them bicker about this bead, it seems like something to do with life and death. “Don’t worry, it is nothing,” Yeye Omo replies, smiling bitterly. “Is that all we need?” Yeye Omo asks Busari. “I’ll also need a black goat that is without any spot, fourteen white cowries, and seven pigeons to cast the spell,” Busari answers.

Instantly, the beads radiated a dazzling light. "Fearless Lion Seal! Suppress!" Ezra chanted, forming hand seals to activate the suppression technique. Simultaneously, the beads charged at Gideon with force, intent on restraining him. "What on earth is this?" Gideon, in a moment of carelessness, found himself ensnared by the beads. Ezra burst into laughter. "Marshal Snow, you were far too cocky! The Devouring Zonia Beads are one of Zonia Sect's prized treasures. Once you're caught by them, your movements are severely restricted, and even circulating your internal energy becomes a challenge.

She just stared at the spilled liquid as if she were reading a map of the woman’s future. “Please,” Mrs. Vane begged. “Is there anything at all? A charm? A prayer? I need to know she’s safe.” Celeste waited. She let the silence stretch until the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of a terrified mother. Finally, she reached up and unhooked a string of bone-white beads from around her neck. She held them out, letting them catch the dim candlelight. “These beads were washed in the moonlight by thirteen sisters,” Celeste said. Her voice was low and heavy. “Thirteen is the number of the circle. It is the only number strong enough to hold back what is coming for your girl.”