Witchcraft Beads Novels & Stories

Second, at the Autumn Auction in Hong Kong, China that same year, Gerald Knight dropped an eight-figure sum to buy this 108-piece sandalwood prayer beads, gifting them to Alexander as he stepped into the cutthroat world of business. The beads coiled around his wrist, the smooth wood an anchor for his disciplined mind. They became his second lifeline amid the ruthless tides of corporate warfare. Now the string was snapped, and this girl held one of the beads in her palm. Linda traced the emblem on the bead with her thumb, her voice sharp and clipped. "How did you get this?" I propped my chin on one hand, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "This little trinket clattered out of the underwear I w

He lifted another package out of the box and removed a glass tube that resembled a penis. It was beautiful, thick, with blue and violet swirled around the clear glass, with inset sparkles. It was nearly as large as Creighton himself. “It has a little battery and it’s practically silent.” He flipped the small switch on the bottom of the device and placed it in her hand. She was amazed at how intense the vibration was and how quiet. “There is a new set of beads,” he continued, watching as she switched off the tube and set it aside. He reached into the wooden chest and lifted out a third box, removing a string of four thick blue glass beads, the size of golf balls on a long leather string.

“I don’t have much to live again, and you still need to take care of him.” “Yeye Omo,” Iya Agba hisses. “W- wh- what is this witch’s bead?” Kudaisi speak up for the first time since the conversation begins. Seeing the two of them bicker about this bead, it seems like something to do with life and death. “Don’t worry, it is nothing,” Yeye Omo replies, smiling bitterly. “Is that all we need?” Yeye Omo asks Busari. “I’ll also need a black goat that is without any spot, fourteen white cowries, and seven pigeons to cast the spell,” Busari answers.

" I heard that Jaylen's wedding is in two days' time" Omar nodded sadly. " I have a gift for the bride". "A gift?" He frowned. Clapping my hands three times, two expensive looking beads came. "Wow! This is beautiful" Omar exclaimed. What a dumb man. I said in my heart. On the bead was inscribed Luna and the second Alpha. Liza and I have chanted a lot on this bead. Jaylen's own doesn't have any enchantment but Sam's has a lot of it. It is a bead that will weaken her powers and kill her when we want.

Ben returned, sitting cross-legged opposite Maureen. [When else? While sleep is being neglected while designing new teams and starting project wars]. Maureen shook her head, more interested in the turquoise blue box in Ben's hand. Its luxurious velvet lining belied the price of a leading world-class jewelry brand. "What's this?" Maureen's hand cupped the box that had been removed from the plastic wrapper. Ben squatted down in front of Maureen, pulled out the drawer-like box and revealed a glittering object of swarovski crystal beads that formed a neck bridle on the surface of a white gold chain with leather straps at the ends.

One could tell that this wasn't the real Astral Bead at all. Cassian said, "This is a bead made of ceramic. During the production process, strong acids and bases are often added to the mixture just to make the beads resemble the Astral Beads more. "If one were to wear this bead, their skin and body would end up absorbing the chemicals. These chemicals are extremely dangerous to the human body. In fact, their potency is no different than a slow-acting toxin."

“As long as you have it on, nothing will happen to you. It’s your good luck charm. The old lady said that they are special beads.” Special beads? Please. It’s nothing but a clever business trick to lure foreigners into buying from her. I stared at it, the simple thing glowing against the hardness of my skin. “I’d rather you have it. So nothing happens to you.” Her lips curved, gentle and stubborn. “It’s made for you, Cassian. Can’t you see? The bead in the middle…it’s a C. Yours.” For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Then she retrieved a black pouch from her pocket, loosening the drawstrings. Inside, more beads spilled into her palm. “Do you want to make more with me?”

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Calm down! We are cube mages too!" The vines stopped, the long-haired boy's gaze filled with probing. "Prove it," said the squirrel-eyed child. Azareel takes out her necklace in front of the three boys. "Here," said Aza while showing her necklace. With alacrity, the vines took the necklace that was in Aza's hand. "Hey!" shouted Aza angrily. "I just want to see its authenticity," It was said that the Green cube magician could see the purity of an object, it turned out to be true.

"None taken. You're a stranger so you do not know the power of my beads. How can I fault you for that" "This is Tilma" Xerxes said from behind me. "Nice to meet you," I said and held out my hand. She took it, her grip firm and tingling. "This is Frost" Tilma eyed me from head to toe. "Born in winter?" . I chuckled and I nodded. She withdrew from the handshake. "These beads are soaked in the blessed pools of the goddess and a spell is said for each of them. They aren't just simple beads. They are known for their healing qualities amongst others".

“I said fucking…” “My name is Crystal,” she said, turning around to face her before wrapping her tail around me. Blake’s eyes were fixed on the witch as Crystal pulled me to ride her. My heart raced and putting my hand on her back, it glowed for a second under my palm four portals opened around each of the corners. The beads that were inside my pocket vibrated, and I frowned before pulling them out, noticing the beam that came out of them, heading toward the portal. Mum had helped me summon the manipulators.