Witchcraft Beginners Novels & Stories

"Is that how you calm me down when I'm mad? You use your witchcraft on me?" "Yes, does that bother you?" "Yes- no. I don't know. It's weird to think that you use 'magic' on me." "It's not magic, mea sponsa. It's just touching the right places and sending the right energy to you. It's not that hard if you know how to do it." "Could you learn me some things?" "You have to be from Windstone to learn it. You have to have some blood from the witches, like a descendant."

The items being a dagger, rope, key and torch. The use of the torch allows the witch to project their astral self and leaviing physical in order to better explore a path of enlightenment. (They do this by tapping on their shadow, granting it the ability to move by itself whille theior physical body has to keep their focus in meditation) The key allows one to gain absolute and totl knowledge of magic.

Wilma didn't want to be tied to the Witches community without knowing much about them. "For beginner Witches, you can still learn spells because we do have a spellbook for Witches, but only up to middle-magic spells. For high-magic spells everything is stored in the Witches Coven." "I think I'll study before entering the Witches coven. I don't want to embarrass myself because I'm a complete novice as a Witches."

"She forgot. Something more important must have come up, something more important than meeting me." – Beta Bill. ==JANET’S POV== Motina, my house, in my room, right beside my nerdy mate, Beta Bill. We had been researching together. "The first principle of using witchcraft is balance. Anything can be achieved if a worthy price is paid." I read aloud the sentence Bill had translated in front of me. "I think we’ll need about another week to translate all of this..."

She had started the whole supernatural race. In the beginning, there had only been a handful of people blessed with the gift of communing with nature, like listening to the wind, talking with trees, and seeing patterns in the sky. Those were the first witches ever. Slowly, more powerful witches had come about, witches who could cook up potions in cauldrons. Potions with many different powers, from temporary heightened senses and physical strengths to killing drinks.

“The Awakening Ritual will now commence. One at a time, present your heirloom and step into the pool.” A nervous energy swept over the room. The first student stepped forward, a witch girl with silver bangles. The moment she entered the water, a green glow wrapped around her. Wind element. Next was a tall boy from the human faction. Blue light. Water element. Then a witch boy, silver glow. Spirit. Each one succeeded. Just when I thought I’d have time to gather myself, Mark shoved past me. “She should go first,” he said loudly. “Let’s see if the half-breed can even light a spark.”

I place a hand on the trunk of the tree, close my eyes and say a quick prayer to my spirits and ask Hecate, goddess of witchcraft to help guide me. I start to draw out my pentagram and place my candles, crystals and all other offerings out. I feel the shift in the energy as I place myself in the middle of the pentagram. I say a few words and the candles roar to life, the heat against my skin as they burn bright. Taking my dagger I slice my palm and allow my blood to soak into the earth. I start my chant and feel the familiar pull as my magic starts to form and bend around me. I keep chanting but slowly open my eyes as the shadows start to twist and form around me until the very recognisable

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw Quinn sitting on the sofa. Her face flushed as she hurried over, and exclaimed, "Dr. Green!" Quinn glanced toward the kitchen, where I was busy, and instinctively shifted away from her. "What do you want?" he asked coolly. Sadie was completely unfazed, and she plopped down beside him. "Oh, nothing much. I heard that you're a teacher, and there are some words in my books I don't understand. Could you teach me?" She wore a wrap dress with a low neckline that left little to the imagination.

For everyone else, it was a spark on a powder keg. Even as an alpha, I’m another rogue here, lost among loners. DesWillow has no wolf rulers, so I go unnoticed. This city is neutral ground. In Duskreach, alphas never trespass. I broke that rule for one reason: the witch exchange. I still don’t know what was in that bag. The thought of the witch brings her face to my mind. The wolf inside me bristled, senses sharpening, restless and hungry for answers. Mate.

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.