Witch / Wizard Novels & Stories

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

“Look at us, Buddy. We are wolves, we still exist in this century. So, why do you think that witches don’t exist? They blend their social life with other humans on this earth, like us, like some vampires!” Marcus smirked. “Yes, but witches…I don’t know, Man…” He wobbled his head. “They are white witches. They are like us. They are protecting the innocents, only use their powers for protection and maintain the balance.” Clayton took a deep inhale. Marcus still kept staring at him.

I asked. “This is a Witch bane. Bathe by the Zerzura liquid that weakens witches when struck by it. It is our primary weapon son, especially higher-level Witches called the Magistrates. The lower-level witches are called the Acolytes, they are weaker in using their black magic crafting. They live among us and we cannot detect them if we do not have our Moonstar pendants. We have a few in this town and I have not seen one for a year of searching. Do you remember the dead physics teacher, Mr. Bennet?”

Second Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble, ALL Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf, Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark. Root of hemlock digg 'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab:

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Described as the power of witchery and sorcery, he asked church leaders to stand fast against it. Saducismus Triumphatus was the first to reference a spell capsule called the Witch's Bottle. They also knew it as a Bottled Spell. Made from clay, glass, or stone, it was counter-divination. It was protection against other covens, curses, and hexes. These bottles could contain nails, the urine of the victim, and thorns. They often filled them with hair, menstrual blood, wine, and bone. However, the spells in the bottle would only work if kept hidden and intact.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever. “Isn’t it wonderful that everyone will be miserable?” his stares were always been intimidating. It was hypnotizing yet addictive. His wickedness was making him more attractive. “I thought witches are evil.” he said with a grin. Aside from convincing me, he was also provoking me. “We are not what you think, Mister.” I defended.

she offered and I think it was a great idea. For the next few hours, we spent talking about the warlock, she told us how the warlock could look so young while the Witch saw him as An old him, we came up with a plan on how to deal with the Alpha and the Witch when things get out of control, we ended the call by me promising to go to the coven next month with Hermoine for more practice. A knock on my door made me look up from the paper that I was reading but not really reading “ Come in” I said while watching to see who came to bother me.

she began. "A 'Witch', before the Cataclysm refers to those who worship a Demigod or two. Due to unmatched beliefs, they were treated as outcasts. Their close ties with their patrons was envied by the orthodox faction, and they started preaching about such relationship being impure, and that it voids the divine characteristic of a deity, be it a demigod or a major God. Afterwards, they had resorted to the occult hunts and execution." Those information were completely new to him, and somehow disturbing to note. Still, he kept his ears open to listen on what she is saying.