Witchcraft Basics Novels & Stories

Not only were Lila and Steve looking at the former Alpha in horror, any werewolf who were watching the exchange from a distance all shuddered and flinched in fright at what they had just witnessed. "Aiden!" Lila cried out, rushing to her husband's side. "Don't worry, Lila. He'll live," Albus assured her. "Now, as for what Aiden just asked about what you should not have done, let me first tell you that all forms of witchcraft are not as simply as you believe them to be. Rites like the Wolf Swap Rite take a lot of time and precision in order for them to work. I gave you two clear instructions as to what you should do to make the rite successful. Now, because you two decided to go off course an

“Let’s go find your alpha and bring him home.” “What about your brother?” the stubborn Beta crosses his arms as he leans against a wall and watches me pack my satchel with various spell components. Unlike Hawthorne and Great-Grandmother who are both sorcerer-class witches, as a hedge-witch my energy needs to funnel through another medium. This means my magic comes through in the forms of potions and tinctures, a magic that can be felt with your fingers and tasted with your tongue. “We don't have time to wait for him. We need to do this now," I press as I continue to search the shelves for the last of my tools. "Have you seen a small copper bowl and brazier?”

“Lake Tahoe is human territory. We protect it, or we become the threat everyone fears.” Silence followed. Not resistance but serious consideration. Seraphine tilted her head slowly. “There were… ways,” she said at last. “Long ago.” My heart skipped. “What ways?” I asked. Her gaze flicked between me and Inferno, knowingly now. “Healers once worked with witches and warlocks. Bloodcraft. Preservation amplification. It wasn’t common. It wasn’t easy.”

He could feel the slight pain left in her shoulder and an excitement that was not his. She held her hands out in front of her chest and closed her eyes. Mistress Caldwell explained what Tyko was doing as she helped to focus and guide the process. He noticed the druids had been replaced by a couple of witches who were whispering rapidly towards Tyko and Mistress Caldwell with their hands extended. He felt a strange tug and surge as something started to form between Tyko’s hands. It grew to just a little larger than a nickel before Tyko relaxed and Mother Caldwell reached out and took it from the air between her hands.

Additionally, sage or sweetgrass was used to cleanse the altar. There were twenty young witches gathered around the altar, each wearing a long linen frock with a hood. A large circle had been formed around them with white salt, and four of the elders were seated in the center, all of them in a meditative attitude, completely oblivious to the danger that was about to strike them.

Witchery involves harnessing the magic already existent throughout the world with rituals and recipes, while warlocks are those who wield the magic of creatures from beyond this world. He wrinkles his nose very delicately. ‘Not warlocks, but some witches, especially those that identify as pagans. Mystics—human practitioners who find ways to harness the magic within their mortal bodies—also tend to work, but they’re very uncommon in this city. I’ll tell you more about them next time I give you and Scintilla a lesson in sorcery.’ He doesn’t seem inclined to explain more, and I don’t want to ask, either, in case I reveal something that I’m not supposed to, so instead I just let him help me heal

I conveyed her message with a heavy heart and sat in a circle divided into four parts, Zayden had to sit in the middle of the star drawn with witchy salt. The four sections represented four elements: Earth, water, fire, and air. Witches were blessed with the power of one element, which decided their covens and expertise. But as a whisperer, I could harness all four elements simultaneously. So, I activated their spirits and stretched my hand towards Zayden, sitting by my side. “Give me your hand.” Mom handed me a long, red thread, I tied my wrist with Zayden and clasped our hands together. Then on a cue, Witch Ciara presented the silver dagger.

He was cut off by a painful howl from the rogue we tied up a few feet away from us. I made sure Hunter weaken the monster to the point of death but just barely breathing so that way it would be much easier for Freya to take him down. It still doesn't mean he was too weak to not be a potential danger, rogues unpredictable behaviors are part of what made them very dangerous to any packs. "It's all done, time to proceed." She announced stepping back enough for me to glimpse the odd circle with several lines inside it. I had no idea what it meant but I knew it's a part of witchcrafts and rituals.

He drops the satchel beside the altar. Inside it, the ritual components wait. Everything he’d stolen, bartered, bled for. Arwan unrolls the cloth and begins. Salt. Bone dust. A single black feather. One fingernail from a wolf. One tooth from a man. A sliver of silver so pure it burns his fingertips. The sorcerer doesn’t ask for simple things. His hand shakes slightly as he slices across his palm. Blood drips, thick and reluctant, into the center of the altar. The symbols carved into its surface begin to pulse faintly, as if breathing.

But witches operated outside pack law, outside the rules that governed our world. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Useful. "What kind of herbs?" I asked carefully. "All kinds, from what I understand. Fertility treatments, obviously. But also, things for..." Britney hesitated. "Other purposes." "Like what?" "Influence. Persuasion." She lowered her voice further. "My sister's friend used something to make her mate more... attentive. Said it worked perfectly." Tessa scoffed. "That's manipulation." "That's survival," Britney countered. "Sometimes fate needs a little push."