Witchcraft Beginners Novels & Stories

I expected her to pull out some ancient scroll, maybe chant something strange, but instead she dropped onto a flat rock and gestured for me to sit across from her. “Sit.” I lowered myself down, crossing my legs, trying not to glance at Lucas, Ryn, and Jarek standing several paces away. They weren’t allowed closer, Lucas’s eyes were fixed on me, hard and unreadable but I could feel his wolf bristling. “First lesson,” the witch said, her voice calm but firm. “Breathe.” I blinked. “Breathe?” “Yes. You think it’s simple but your body doesn’t breathe right when it’s drowning in fear or burning with rage. Your gift responds to those emotions, not reason, so we must strip them back. Now, close your

Henry let out a nervous laugh as he wrapped his fingers around the broom propped up against his side of the table. All at once, everyone set to work. Calling on my magic had become second nature now. During the first week of Witchcraft 101 classes, we had practiced drawing on our abilities, learning it’s shape and the feel of it flowing through our veins. We were to focus on the depth of the well within us. I didn’t bother telling Professor Merriweather how my well wasn’t a well at all, rather a vicious storm. I glanced around the room at the assortment of objects the other students had. There were pens and markers, blow dryers and hair brushes, along with mops, vacuums, and other miscellane

Sophie moved closer to her, Nimueh paused and continued drawing the pentagon “You don’t need to know that” she placed three red candles around the pentagon before she sat down in the middle “Sit opposite me” she ordered Sophie, Sophie seemed scared for a bit. All these was new to her, it’s witchcraft so of course she would be scared. Sophie swallowed down hard before sitting opposite Nimueh who was holding what seemed to be a ritual dagger “We’re starting with the phase one of the ritual” she stretched out her hands towards Sophie. Sophie placed her hands in Nimueh.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind, I guess.” She opened her eyes and stretched, standing up. “That’s a good sign. It means you’re eager to learn. Ready for another round?” I nodded, excitement bubbling up inside me. “Absolutely.” We spent the next few hours going over the basics again. Sylvia emphasized the importance of grounding myself, of finding that inner calm before attempting any spell. She taught me breathing exercises, ways to center my thoughts, and techniques to channel my emotions constructively. It was tedious at times, but I understood the necessity of building a strong foundation.

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.”

The Spellweaver's Handbook The cover was plain brown leather, no decoration. I picked it up and settled onto the bed, back against the headboard. The first chapter opened with a simple statement: "Magic is not a force to be controlled. It is a force to be guided." I kept reading. Spellweaving was different from traditional witchcraft in a way that most people never understood. Witches relied on structured magic. Their spells needed a source, something outside the body. The earth steadied them, the moon amplified them, ancestors guided them, ingredients shaped their rituals. Everything they cast passed through a channel that already existed.

, Sarah voiced out in awe, she felt like a feather and so did Fredrick, “This, my dear is the sanctuary of the witch head. No one other than my guests are allowed to come here; you will feel light weighted since you are not a witch”, she explained to them, “In this sanctuary, almost all problems can be solved, you just need to remain extra silent while I meditate”. She formed a circle on the floor with salt and sat in the middle with her feet tucked under her thighs, “What is the salt for?”, Sarah asked again, why were witches so weird?

THREE WEEKS LATER Three weeks passed since the incident when we were back at our school. Grandma had words with the headmaster to allow us to practice after school. Brad, John, Priam practice the swordfight and the armors from James, one of the best Knights of WitchDom. Professor Mecoy helped us to train the physical arts of Wicca. While professor Judo trained us for the self-defense of the dark arts.

"Alphas have their aura and are born leaders, but if they don’t train hard, that will be for naught." Drake puffed his chest. In a way, Evanora was recognizing his abilities in front of Talia, and he approved. Evanora shook her head at cocky Alpha and continued talking to Talia, "Being a witch is not a different species. Anyone can be a witch. I am confident that in the human realm there are many females whose potential dwindled because no one was there to guide them when the time was right. Sensing and controlling the energies is something like walking or breathing. In order to achieve a satisfactory level of synergy, we start early and by the age of twelve, witches become full members of o

“I knew it. These spirit-summoning practices are all gimmicks.” As soon as she said that, the pencil that had dropped on the table suddenly started to move. Anette suddenly cried out, “What was that?! Who blew into my ear?” She turned expectantly to me and Sybille as if hoping we could offer an explanation. However, none of us did anything the entire time. After a while, the pen stood up vertically on its own and started to spin on an axis. All of us were horrified and broke out in a sweat. Helena asked boldly, “Spirits, am I going to get back with my boyfriend?”