Witch Circles Novels & Stories

Every time the chant swelled, those streaks flared brighter, and the shadows on the tent walls seemed to pull inward, bending toward the center. Kate sat just outside the circle, eyes locked on the glowing sigils. She wasn’t part of the casting Lena had made that clear but her presence was intentional. A tether, the witches had called her. She could feel it, the way the energy slid over her skin, prickling and warm, drawn in and out of her like breath. One of the sisters Mara lifted a bowl from the floor and poured its contents into the center of the circle. The liquid shimmered unnaturally, a deep black threaded with veins of silver. The fire in the lamps guttered at the same time, as if th

he said firmly, “witchcraft flows from your mother’s bloodline, but the wolf runs wild in your veins. Tonight, you must learn that they are not enemies. They are two halves of the same whole.” Yoona, her mother, stood at the edge of the circle, hands folded. She did not interfere but watched with the quiet patience of a witch who knew the risks. The other witches whispered among themselves, nervous yet reverent. They all knew this ritual was rare—hybrids like Kimberly were destined for greatness, or destruction.

“You will never find your way out if you ascend the stairs.” “How will we find Willow?” I ask as we walk toward the tower. “Willow will find us,” Petra says coolly. The four witches stand with their shoulders touching as they approach the tower. Each one of them is mumbling something under their breath, but it isn't the same thing. They stop just shy of the front door, seemingly unable to go any farther. They clasp hands with one another, creating a circle. Their wild chants become louder and more fierce the longer they hold hands.

Pierce POV Names," Pierce demanded. "The Crimson Circle, shadow Creek” Pierce stepped forward with a smile."How many witches do you think are up against Rosa” he asked. "Maybe fifty. Maybe more." Aguns 's voice was barely above a whisper. “or more. They want to harness their powers and then take the babies. Each has a different goal but the babies are needed” Abel stepped forward with the sharp knife"What kind of something?" Aguns looked at the tool in Abel's hand with pure fear. "A ritual. A massive ritual using Rosa's babies and the power from all the covens combined. They want to open some kind of gateway."

Her heart sank a little when she read it. The paper showed the symbol of a crescent moon split into two. It was drawn in red ink. She had seen it before. It belonged to the Old Moon Circle, a rogue group of witches and wolves who believed the goddess should only favor those of pure ancient bloodlines. They hated mixed bloodlines like hers. They hated modern packs, and they hated the idea of a Luna who could unite bloodlines. This changed everything. Killian returned a few minutes later. When he saw the symbol in her hand, his jaw tightened.

Sia blurted out in realisation. Thalia nodded. "Exactly. And I believe it is hidden in the word 'Eye' which was previously used by ancient witches to replace a circle when they did not want to be too obvious." "How do you know so much about these things?" Sia asked curiously. "It seems that you have forgotten, Sianna, that I was to be a coven leader. I spent most of my time reading and training. I know the witch history like the back of my palm," Thalia responded.

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.

That is why Dave does odds and ends around town, to make himself noticed with all the citizens of the town, old and young alike. This weekend will be a spectacle to say the least. Our magic is particularly present and significantly stronger during celestial times such as an equinox, solstice, or full moon. Elder Wynn has decided to step down on the autumn equinox since it is close to his 70th birthday. We will celebrate his stepping down and birthday all in one celebration. It will be the highlight of the year for the town and an event that the town will talk about for months. Other wizard families will be visiting from other nearby towns, as well as the alpha of the nearby werewolf pack wit

It could be night, and I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. After a half mile, a strange rock formation comes into startling focus. We simply drop into a clearing, and there it is, a circle of stones, overgrown with moss and vines. I haven’t seen anything like this–ever. I’ve read about them, of course. Sacred circles used by witches for eons for their spellwork and rituals. There are a few ruins scattered across the Allied Kingdoms, mostly in Eastonia, but there are a few in Crescent Falls, as well. But this one is still in use. I can feel it humming as our sorry group is led between the stones and down a flight of stairs in its center.

Ruby smiled reassuring herself. Manticat soon returned carrying a red gem and placed it in the middle of the circle. " Mreow, merow, meeeeeerow. '' the familiar said to its master. "Of course I'm sure of this. Now let's begin." Ruby held her palm out over the glowing circle and closed her eyes. "Pour, pour, pour, pour, pour. Let the Ritual of the Seven Chalices of the Coven begin I offer my blood to the cup,