Witchcraft Basics Novels & Stories

“It’ll start burning if I’m about to say something I shouldn’t.” Gildeon leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “There are two kinds of witches,” she explained. “One’s a Hedge Witch, like me. We work with old magic, drawing our power from nature.” She made a twisting motion with her other hand. “Then there’s a Savant Witch. They’ve got a special ability from tapping into cosmic magic through the Dark Plane.”

she asked to receive a nod from Bathsheba. “Hmm ok. For the ritual, we will need six virgin human girls, three babies still humans, two white witches, a dragon's tooth, a baby first tear, a drop of water from the river of the unknown and the untold, a wolf's heart, a vampire's blood and lastly a black witch's blood” she smiled looking at her best friend. " Great, we should start getting the items” she walked away going to meet her fellow witches.

“It’s nothing more than torture in the name of the gods. It was never sanctioned by the Rites. It is something that some perverse old men came up with. It degrades the actual ritual.” “But there is such a ritual?” he pressed. “There is. It is used for a wolf and a host to join in body and mind.” Emmeline clarified. “The false ritual would force the wolf to the surface to protect the host.” “What happens when the wolf does not surface?” Wyatt asked. “They may repeat the false ritual. Using the witches’ power of three, they may do it three times a day, every third month for up to three years.” “What happens when this doesn’t work?” he asked.

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.

I interjected. “Yes son, stronger than a neophyte or acolyte,” my father responded, “most common witches are neophytes, their powers are limited to telekinesis and minor spells. An apprentice is one step higher than neophytes. They had practiced better magic that could kill. If there is an apprentice, then there is strong coven here nearby.”

He kept Viola in the company of the Durantes because he believed that she would be safer there. Gwenda Mae came from a long line of Salem witches, witches who could chanel. The Salem witches were a closely knit group. They had a way of channeling their powers among each other, it was what made them strong. They were also well versed in witchcraft and had extensive knowledge on control and balance. Viola needed a tutor, someone that would help her learn control and find a way to use her powers. Someone he could trust to do his bidding. Someone that Viola would learn to depend on.

The slight rise and fall of her body, the low purr that vibrates through her, and the softness of her fur keep me from stopping the ritual. The witch lays her herb bundle down, taking up a bottle filled with a dark liquid. Standing, she uncaps the bottle and sprinkles the liquid around the circle as her chanting becomes louder. She traces shapes along the edge of the circle, bringing them in and around Erie, and then around me when she gets to my side. The lines cross and connect between me and Erie, flaring a brighter purple when she flings an unknown powder out. Is this really going to work? I’d seen my mother do rituals before, but never anything like this.

Three wizards raised their hands, purple webs spinning like spider nests. “Mira!” I shouted. Mira raised both palms, drawing a circle of resistance. A silver shield bloomed, enveloping the ritual like thin glass. Tavien followed from behind, throwing pulsating rune nails. “Destroy!” I charged. The silver sword at my waist finally revealed its true power. It struck the ground in a sweeping motion. The circle broke just as Mira spun the shield into a counterpressure. The purple web shattered, the three witches rolled backward in the wave. The fourth mortar came like a small meteor, locking the center of the circle and melting the symbol into mud.

“I didn’t die, Dad. It was a trick. A trap of the Old Witch.” He broke the way only a father can break when grief is undone. He sobbed once — loud — then pulled her into his arms with a strength he didn’t even know he still had. Sarah lowered her head. She knew this moment mattered. She didn’t interrupt. She slipped back into the kitchen to give them space. **** Night settled over the ridge. Stars thinned like a thousand candles among the clouds. Kira worked mixing potions — in her attic — She stood alone, under her runes, not fortune runes that are used to read fate, but working runes that are used to shift fate.

She dropped down to her and pulled her up by her hair. "I can think of a better way to dispose you" Sabrina cackled. "You can all go to your homes. All of you including Imogen" she said with a devilish smile playing on her lips. ***** Sabrina had on a cranky smile. She was overwhelmed with the idea of getting to create more species of her kind. The knowledge that a white witch was still in existence shook her greatly and until she had her bones for breakfast, she would continue to create more of her kind. She hurriedly assembled everything she needed for the ritual. A double-sized Jewish rocky golden star popularly known as the star of Moses was drawn with her blood on the ground, candles of