Witch Craft Things Novels & Stories

**Xavier's POV** "So, you're saying you can create a weapon for me?" I asked, intrigued by their previous exchange. The three witches exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Indeed," one of them replied proudly. "As the Three Witches of the East, we possess distinct abilities that allow us to craft powerful artifacts. The appearances you witnessed earlier were merely our way of welcoming guests." "I see," I nodded, beginning to grasp the extent of their capabilities. Turning my attention to the red-haired witch, I stated, "As a witch, I assume you have some insight into why I'm here."

“For now we watch and gather what we can. Rage alone will not free them.” She rose and called for Sendro and Laclam next. When the two men arrived, she had the sealed crate from the Whitefang delivery brought in and set on the table. “This is the new product the witches are circulating,” she said. “They’re calling it Wolfesia. The Blacklores are already using it. I need everything you can learn, ingredients, effects, how it works. Leave nothing unexamined.” Sendro and Laclam exchanged a single glance. Both nodded.

The coven witches had been trying their best to finally conclude the last piece of the spell required for the ritual the minute Alpha Killian found the gifted one, Thea, but they were unable to. Valerie had no idea what exactly they were doing wrong. But for some reason, the coven of witches were still unable to complete the last piece of the spell. Even the best weavers in the coven couldn't make out the spell. Weavers were witches who had been specially gifted with the ability to create spells. Every witch was born with specific gifts. Some could foretell the future, like Amelie, others could create spells, some were channelers, and a lot more.

“Too much of it. Until you learn control, you are a danger to yourself and others. We must start small.” She began pacing, explaining as she went. “Each witch has a gift, a strand of the great weave. Seeing the future. Speaking to the dead. Brewing potions. Crafting charms. In rare lines, creation, nature, fire, water, air. Never more than one. Not since the Originals.” Aria listened carefully taking in everything she had to say.

“Because a wizard must know how to make his own weapon. Like any knight who ...” “But the knights did not make their weapons. They had blacksmiths for this.” Mr. Smart looked at the young Alexander like a man at his leg after stepping on a thorn. He knew this young man would make his class burdensome. “That’s what we do within the creation Workshop. Today we make a wand ... And in the coming workshops we create other things. And finally we improve what we created. So open your books on page twenty-one. We skip the chapters where we are told what the magic wand is used for and we start to create it today. Make it a habit to come up with the chapter read at my class. Here we have no time to re

she offers. My eyes widen. "Gods how big is this place?" I mutter. "Well it used to be bigger than dragon territory, but your mother expanded a few years ago—dragons need a lot more space than witches do so I gave up some of my territory to her as a sign of good faith. That area is the only part you haven't seen yet." "What's over there?" "The forges." "Forges?" I echo. "Yeah that's where the weapons are made. The element masters are hundreds of years old, they can make nearly anything," she says. "They're the ones who made your sword."

I finish work and meet Aaron at the door. “Hey. I want to do a bit of shopping. Is that alright? Oh are you hungry? We can stop for food if you want.” I offer. Aaron shrugs. I take that to mean ‘maybe but only if something catches my eye.’ I’m going to have to make two stops to complete Bellamy’s gift. Luckily Borderline is right next to a shopping district so I won’t have far too walk. My first destination is a craft store. I spend entirely too long looking at every kind of red thread and string that they stock until I choose a thin string. I pause out the front of the store and take a minute to do a rope braid with the string to double it up and then tie it into a loop. Aaron is watching m

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! The remaining seven elders waved their hands, throwing out their talismans in an instant. All sorts of wretched shapes resembling different things appeared in the air. Foxes, pythons, and even a cyclops appeared. Harvey sighed, then flicked his finger again. Poof! The seven elders started coughing up blood, their bodies trembling instinctively. “Witchcraft! What did you do?!” The leading elder was boiling in anger.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As they begin making preparations, I quickly realize this isn't going to be that simple at all. The light witches immediately get to work, and what I witness over the next few hours is nothing short of extraordinary. They move with practiced efficiency, pulling out supplies I didn't even know they'd brought—bags of what looks like crushed crystals, vials of shimmering liquid, and tools I can't even begin to identify.

Chaos wanted him to create a special accessory, a ring or bracelet that was often used by novice alchemists which had the Synthesis effect within it! With the Synthesis effect, Chaos hoped that he might become capable of fusing Skills. The materials needed to craft this item were not expensive and were already available within what could be extracted from the resource-producing Colossus monsters, so it was just a matter of time before Chaos could get his hands into one of these accessories.