Witchcraft 101 Novels & Stories

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.

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

Magic, capable of destroying even a demon. In her bedroom, Sarah threw open her closet. Stripping naked, she slipped into the black robes of her old coven, robes that would protect her from weapon and magic alike. A dagger, a wand, and a bracelet ringed with gemstones. With these three items, she had toppled fortress walls, brought an army to its knees, and even slain a werewolf pack intent on taking her head.

“That’s never been performed and even if it has been, it’s forbidden.” Getting up, she wandered off towards the section where books lay, stacked high up on shelves against the wall. She reached up and pulled one out, coming back and dropping it in front of me. “Read,” She said, taking her seat. “But first, take notes.” Confused, I stared at her, wondering if I had heard her correctly. “Take notes? “Yes,” “About what?” “Witchcraft is more complicated than stories and ancient history. Let’s move on. If you’re truly curious like you seem to be, then, the least you can do is make notes. That way, you can keep track of what you know and don’t know.

"I stole her mannerisms to slip into the real world. That's how it's done. Mimic, infiltrate." Devon nodded, stepping closer to me, his hand brushing my back possessively. I shrugged it off, but he just smirked. "You also need a powerful witch for the ritual. Chant an incantation the whole time you're there. If it breaks—any interruption—you get stuck. Die in seven days." I stared at the newcomers. "Who are these people?" Devon gestured casually. "The woman? Thelma. Our witch. Handles the spells, the crossings."

“Okay.” “Next, we need to purify the space and create a sacred space,” Meredith continued. “First you need to ask for the area around you to be cleansed as well as yourself. I use a broom to sweep the area that I plan to work on, I will check the soil for parasites and wetness before beginning. Since I am an Earth Witch, I deal with the outdoors. For this part of the learning, we don’t require purification. But Fire, Water, Wind, and Life witches have elaborate purification rituals that will require studying. I will teach you those slowly and bring in other witches to guide you.” “Next, I tend to create the space I will work on. We usually make a circle.”

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.

“Magic is real?” Kieran, who was already moving toward a central oak table, didn’t even look back. “Not in the way you’re thinking of it,” he replied, his voice low and matter-of-fact. “There aren’t really witches with pointy hats casting spells from cauldrons. But there are… energies. Forces that predate humanity. Our kind, and others, can learn to channel them. It requires focus, intent, and rituals. It’s certainly not about waving a wand ”

Kristy and I join hands, holding up our free hands and pointing them at the tree. “Invoco elementum terrae,” Kristy starts. “Invoco elemuntum aeris.” I feel the power rush through me. “Invoco elemuntum aqua.” “Invoco elemuntum ignis.” A door starts to appear in the old tree. I let go of Kristy’s hand to retrieve an athame from my belt. We each need to shed a drop of blood, so the door knows who is trying to open it. I’ve watched too many witches cut their hands or their fingers doing this and all I can think is rookie.