Witchcraft Basics Novels & Stories

The behavior the tiny fey had incited in me. I draped myself against his bare chest. Letting my breasts and budded nipples press to his hot flesh. I could see the swirling mists of black magic wafting around him. Wisping in different directions as if unsure where to go now that they could not so readily enter me with his climax.

Creating a soul battery required witnesses, protections, and about a dozen witches chanting to keep the magic stable. "This is more elaborate than I expected," I said to Sarah as they set up. "We're literally separating part of a soul from a body. It's delicate work." Sarah drew symbols on the floor in what looked like salt. "One wrong move and we could damage her permanently. So yeah, we're being thorough." The ritual space was in the center of the coven's main hall. A circle of salt surrounded a smaller circle of candles. In the very center was a cushion where Lucia would sit.

By the time I'm done I have five pages of neatly written steps, runes, herbs and spells that will give me a potion that can take off all illusions. The moment I'm done, the knowledge leaves me and retreats back to that space of my mind that's now filled with new knowledge. For a moment I do nothing but stare at the things I've written down while one question runs through my mind. Even if I have the steps and spells for the potion available to me, is it safe for me to do something like this on pack soil? Witchcraft isn't outlawed in the Silvercrest pack but it's not allowed either. Witches are more of a myth than actual beings in this pack. Coren might have shown signs of extreme hatred for w

“We can try.” The other witches nodded weakly, their hands already beginning to trace runes in the air, glowing faintly even in the lashing rain. The witches knelt in the mud, hands pressed to the ground as they murmured incantations. The air vibrated with raw power as tangled roots began to twist and writhe beneath the floodwaters. Slowly, impossibly, they rose—gnarled and slick with algae—intertwining like the ribs of some ancient beast. The “bridge” formed, a narrow, undulating span across the raging water.

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.

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.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically. Mireholt (MY-er-holt) – Swamp witches and blood mages who draw power from decay, rot, and ancestral bones. Their spellcraft is primal and raw, passed down through generations steeped in earth and sacrifice. Foxglove (FOX-gluv) – Masters of venom, temptation, and misdirection. Foxglove witches are spies, poisoners, and political fixers. Their magic is beautiful, seductive, and always has a catch. Thornveil (THORN-vayl) – Defensive spellcrafters and rune-wielders who specialize in hex barriers, sigil locks, and protection circles. When a Thornveil shields you, nothing gets through, unless they want it to.