Witchcraft Basics Novels & Stories

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

Nightfang’s dead Alpha. “How do you make it the *right* ritual?” I asked. She shook her head, frustrated. “It depends on the witch,” she said. “On the terms. On what was promised and what was paid up front. My mother knew… *theories,* not specifics. She always said, ‘Never bargain where you can bleed instead of speak.’” Not enough. But more than silence. “What did your mother say about… bridges like me?” I asked. “About what happens if we cut the wrong thread?”

“Lesson.” I dropped to one knee, crouched before one of the sigils etched into the earth, and brushed my hands across it, gently guiding them along the grooves. Rune craft had always been methodical, had always focused on building things that could operate without you micromanaging the link. Witch magic was hands-on. Keeping a witch’s hold strong. Having them work with one another? That was the hard part. “We aren’t trying to build something that we have to focus on every second it’s active.” I watched them both, shifting between each of them. “We’re building something that stays strong. Even when you let go.”

Maybe she knew from the beginning that my way is going to be different. Tristan continues. "Magic comes from nature, which is manifested by the witches in forms of energy that vibrates through their body. And emotions are what? Energy. And they manifest in different forms. Like the witches, who are devotees of nature practice white magic. Magic that arises out of positive, happy emotions and are used for maintaining balance and well being of all the species created by nature. But the Satanic witches preach the Dark lord a.k.a Satan and manifest magic from their deepest, darkest emotions. So definitely it causes harm and asks for the wrong sacrifices." "Wow. You should write a book or make a

That phrasing made him still. I rinsed my hands again, then gently took his arm. He didn’t pull away. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, solid, indisputably present. I focused on that sensation, grounding myself in it the way Mercy had taught me to ground in breath or touch or repetition. The blood came away easily. Too easily. I cleaned the wound carefully, aware of Mercy watching from a distance. She didn’t interfere. She never did when it mattered most. Witchcraft, I was beginning to understand, was largely about knowing when not to act.

“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.”

He gave me news and I sharpened it into a plan. “South ravine to the stables,” I told him, and then I set men in motion. The ring must be tight. Rotate every twenty minutes. No single point left empty long enough for a whisper to cross it. I keep a small chest on the shelf because not every tool wears a blade. Inside are roots, iron filings, powders passed down from healers who understood both the body and the stubborn laws of blood. Witchcraft is a blunt instrument if you do not respect its rules. I do not worship it, but I will borrow its edge when necessity asks for sharpened truth.

"Once you are taken in, your search for the map will begin." "Why me?" I had questioned. "Surely Draven could find someone else." "But you know the members of that household better than anyone." He replied calmly. "You can move around the house and their lives without arousing suspicion." He then handed me a vial. "I will make a mixture which will transform you into a young, beautiful girl. You must also use a perfume every morning and night to maintain the form." "Witchcraft?" I had inquired. "To an extent." He admitted. "Sable was well-versed in both medicine and the arcane arts, though I could only grasp a little of each.” He explained. “I'll use Draven's and Iza's blood to concoct the po

" Lazarus and I asked in unision. "Someone tried to kidnap her fromt he orphanage." Abigail replied. “What’s the difference between a witch and a Druid?” Rook asked confused while i processed the new information. Abigail laughed, “You silly boy. Druids are elementals and can control nature and speak to its creatures where witches deal more with spirits and familiars, some witches even channeling spirits. We use chants and tools to help us with our craft, where druids use instinct and are born with an affinity for it."

CHAPTER 32 The powerful witch, Nara closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of the woods around her. She then opened her eyes and locked her gaze onto the human boy lying unconscious before her. With a wave of her hand, she conjured a swirling vortex of leaves, twigs, and moss around him, shielding him from prying eyes and any potential danger.