Witch Poetry Novels & Stories

I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself. “At exactly midnight, put the ingredients together in a pot. Should be in order according to the list. The heat should come from the trunk of a fifty-year-old oak tree. Simmer while reading the enchantment until the color fades. It should be as clear as water. Cool down before serving.” The procedure seemed easy but the power it carries could alter someone’s fate. By then, I decided to risk my life and become a real witch. -- My farewell including my reasons of taking this path was written in a piece of cloth. I used charcoal as my ink and my handkerchief as my paper. After I put the letter on the table, I held on

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

"He fell in love with a witch from the Southern Reach. He invited her coven here, thinking to bridge the worlds just as you and Kael might." I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the mountain air. "What happened?" "The coven didn't want peace. They wanted a hive. While the pack slept during a lunar eclipse, the witches cast a spell of binding. They didn't kill the wolves, they turned them into mindless puppets. They forced brothers to tear out the throats of sisters. Kael, a boy of only ten, watched his father rip his own mother apart because a witch pulled the strings of his mind."

’ That sounds like what I’m looking for but I’m not sure, word choice in this book sounds old-timey. As I’m reading through the chapter, there is a section that catches my attention. ‘Potions and Runes’ and as I am reading about the potions and runes, which I don’t think I would be able to concoct, there is small footnote. It’s handwritten and I don’t know who penned the small section, but it reads: ‘Witches, while magical, are still human and weaker than wolves. Phoenix Blood will suppress their abilities long enough to eliminate their threats.’

Wanda called out loudly. All the witches hurriedly started preparing for the ritual. They draw a huge Pentagram in the middle of their town. They placed fresh heads of human sacrifices, which were arranged just for this purpose. Blood was splattered all around, making the pentagram shine blood red. Wanda arrived then, wearing a black robe. She walked into the center of the Pentagram. The other witches stood around the drawings, just outside the freshly severed heads. Wanda started chanting, and soon all the other witches followed suit as one. Different tones chanted the same spell in a chorus. As the intensity of the spells started to increase, the pentagram started to fill with a strange en

Roger and Clarke said in unison. “News flash, I am not myself right now,” Miranda gestured, using her thumb to point at herself. Her body was a virgin, but the one she was stuck in was not. “Pure in this case doesn't mean a virgin status,” Lazarus scratched his head. “Why are you scratching your head? That makes me even more worried,” Nigel complained. “Well, the goddess Hecate wrote this book —” He hesitated. “Who's that?” Roger asked. “She's the goddess of witchcraft,” Miranda spoke up. “I read about her in the Vanderwolf's library. She is responsible for creating witchcraft. She is who the witches praise.”

Her pupils are dilated as she looks at me with slightly parted lips. I nearly gasp when I realize the princess isn’t afraid, but aroused. The scent of it fills my nostrils, driving me to the very edge. All I want to do is gather her up in my arms and devour her mouth, taste her sweetness. I can understand Connor’s actions better now. Do all witches taste so sweet? With immense difficulty, I manage to stay put, knowing that the princess is too innocent and inexperienced to even fully understand the reactions of her body. It’s going to kill me to spend the night with her, but what choice do I have?

Rhydian declared, his voice unwavering despite the apprehension that pulsed through him. The witch's eyes narrowed, her figure engulfed by the shadows as she raised her arms, summoning her magic. In an instant, the grove erupted with a dark, swirling cyclone of energy. The ground trembled beneath their feet as tendrils of shadow shot out in all directions, attempting to ensnare Rhydian and Amelia. Rhydian quickly conjured a protective barrier, creating a shield of shimmering light to ward off the encroaching darkness. Amelia, on the other hand, utilized her elemental abilities, calling upon the power of fire to counteract the witch's darkness.

Flameheart A grand ceremony was held to celebrate my victory over Ambrosia, and the atmosphere crackled with excitement and reverence. The air was thick with anticipation as beings of all kinds gathered under the twilight sky, their diverse forms shimmering in the fading light. Witches in flowing robes, vampires with their elegant demeanor, and shifters radiating raw energy filled the clearing, creating a vibrant tapestry of unity. Lanterns adorned with intricate designs hung from trees, casting a warm glow that illuminated the faces of the gathered crowd.

Hope has been long gone in the eyes of soldiers. This has come too far. When night falls and the light of the moon comes and shines over us, that is the time we are being pushed back and even now we can't do anything. We witches and fairies are sorcerers that take life from the sun, while warlocks and werewolves take them from the moon. Our forces are weakening. Hope has been long gone in the eyes of the soldiers. I can't let this continue on. I can't let my kingdom, my world suffer when I could obviously do something for them. I must do something.