Witchcraft Cards Novels & Stories

His warrior name, Lukan Vale, is beautifully etched across the front in a shiny, molten gold font. "Purchase whatever weapons, gear, or garments your wolf desires. There is absolutely no resource limit on that account," I explain. "No limit on the card's funds, or no limit for my body?" he asks, a devious spark returning to his eyes. "Both. My beast commands more pack wealth than your line could spend in five entire lifetimes, little wolf. Purchase whatever your spirit desires, darling." He taps the gold-etched metal playfully against the stone counter and flips the card around in his fingers. "A month ago, my wolf would have stated that this card would fix every single broken piece of my li

NAMI acts emotionally and she starts to manipulate the wizard which even the demon doesn't expect. NAMI:- he desperately saw my card, with force, when I was getting out and he laugh that mean he have all the cards to win, if I didn't swipe we going to lose this round, and he already has 1 point if he wins 2 more than game get a draw then we all lose, I have to switch team.

- **Passive 2: Blood Shift** – Shift into any creature/person/myth (No limit; Perfect mimicry). - **Active 1: Crimson Forge** – Manipulate blood as weapon/armor (HP Steal on hit). - **Active 2: Ruby Resurrection** – Revive pack w/ blood price (Self-deducts). - **Ultimate: Sanguine Eclipse** – Flood area w/ controllable blood ocean (Drowns armies). **Deep Script Branch (Sovereign – Unlocked)** - **Passive: Script Fluency** – All 1,000+ lines available; rewrite minor laws.

"Do not speak. The magic is still waking up inside you. It will hurt if you fight it." Pain exploded in my back where the wings had come out. I gasped and grabbed onto the warrior holding me. My vision went in and out. One second I saw the red moon. The next I saw nothing but darkness and moving shadows. "Why are you helping me?" I managed to ask between breaths. "Because you are the one we have waited for," the warrior said. His voice was calm but urgent. "The Forbidden Witch. The one who carries the old blood. Now hold on. This next part will not be gentle."

“No, you’re not. I’ve seen these apparitions before, only never this clearly. You have a powerful connection to this woman. Let’s see what the cards say.” “We’ve already established that the Knight of Swords is probably Nathaniel and the Lovers card is pretty self-explanatory. I’m not sure who the Knight of Wands is, but he’s definitely going to cause you trouble. I wouldn’t trust him. The four of wands signifies victory, happiness and last we have Justice. You will right some intense wrong that’s been done to you or someone you’re close to. Does this make sense?” “You didn’t happen to see that ghost point to the Justice card by any chance, did you?”

Cordelia took my prophecy scroll and replaced me, then seized all the dowry my mother left behind. My stepmother calculated correctly that I would not dare make a scene and demand it back in public. What belonged to me, I would take back this time. And I would make them pay a hundredfold. Aunt Marguerite trembled with rage. "Outrageous! The prophecy scroll was issued by the Royal Observatory based on Genevieve's birth date. It foretold her blessed fate. Stealing and switching it will bring divine retribution!

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

“Two men come where de swamp still remember. One wid steel on his back. One wid smoke in his mouth. Both wid fear dey try to hide.” Kofi’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing. Gideon bristled. “We came for answers. Not games.” The priestess only laughed, a low, rattling sound that set the chicken tied on her altar thrashing. She lifted a blade and slit its throat without ceremony, catching the blood in a carved bowl. The scent of iron filled the air as she smeared her brow, muttering a prayer. Then she pulled out a battered deck of cards, slick with age and strange symbols scrawled across the backs.

Echoing to that silent hallway the cards are replaced with the shadows starting with its blood shut eyes smiling as the death game will finally come to life. “The fool, the magician, the high priestess, the empress, the emperor, the hierophant, the lovers, the chariot, strength, the hermit, fortune, and justice. Know them all, seek their identity, and do what I wish for you to do. In your perfect wanted life, being my puppet is just a small price.”

I was able to sneak in a tarot card, cursed with black magic. Before my admission into college, I had prepared three tarot cards, given to me by a powerful witch from the north. Of course Witchcraft is forbidden, but I knew they would come in handy when I got to the academy and now, an opportunity had come to make use of them. Cursed tarot cards could imitate spirit and mate bonds. Therefore, it means it can manipulate and form a bond with whoever I want. All I had to do was place the tarot card under his desk, and within a second it got zapped onto his desk. The tarot card slowly draws energy from whoever is around it and uses the essence of the person to imitate a mate bond after a while.