Witchcraft Cleansing Novels & Stories

“From the cleansing rituals.” “What the fuck is the cleansing ritual?” Zegulf asks, gently grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. Unable to find the words to explain it in my present state, I chose to remember it, showing him the images. The whips... the knives... the purging of the taint in my veins in the hope that it would one day break my curse. “Fucking hell...” Zegulf chokes out and shudders against me. “I witnessed one of these in your dreams. They did that to you for four years?”

It was a blood rage. This shouldn't be happening. This was exactly why the witches and I performed the cleansing ritual with the gifted one’s blood to ensure that Killian and the pack will not be affected by the effect of the crescent moon that was only a month away. The cleansing ritual didn't work. It can't be. The only reason it wouldn't have worked was if— oh goddess. Thea wasn't the gifted one.

It was as if the cleansing ritual was not only purging her physical impurities but also releasing the weight of her past. Once the purifying ritual was complete, the bridesmaid's nurturing touch continued, using a soft, worn rag to gently caress every inch of Sabrina's body. With each stroke, they ensured that not a single trace of moisture remained, leaving her skin tingling with a newfound sense of purity. The silence that surrounded them spoke volumes, as if their intentions were veiled behind a veil of secrecy. Yet, despite the absence of spoken words, their gestures resonated with a profound sense of compassion and understanding.

His power reached for Edwards, burning through the ritual, devouring the energy meant to destroy it. “Stop!” The witch screamed. “You fool, he’s channeling it back!” “I can’t…” The world detonated. Light, pain, wind, and fire all collided at once. The circle ruptured, and a blinding explosion tore through the clearing. The witch’s scream vanished in the roar. I was thrown backward, slamming into a tree. The air left my lungs. My vision blurred. Through the haze, I saw silver flames rising, not consuming, but cleansing. The blood circle dissolved, and the rift closed with a sound like thunder.

Igniting the sage, the fragrant smoke curls and dances in the air, filling the room with its purifying energy. Mumbling words under her breath, Dawn invokes ancient incantations, tapping into the hidden depths of her spiritual power. Each syllable carries intention, a shield of protection woven with her words. The combination of sage and incantations creates a barrier, a sanctuary against the forces that seek to harm Zelda. As the smoke envelopes the space, its ethereal tendrils ward off negativity and evil, forming an invisible shield around Zelda. The atmosphere becomes charged with a palpable sense of safety and tranquility, a haven in the midst of chaos.

It was Melinda who asked the question. "If it's done by many witches then it is a sacrifice but when it comes to one witch...then it is a Cleansing." "A cleansing of what?" "The French Quarter." TBC

Calla's POV: “I release the chaos. I let go of poison. I am not her,” I whispered, eyes closed. The morning air was soft and calm and I knelt in the Blackwell garden with a metal bowl filled with dried sage, lavender, and a few herbs Greta had angrily hissed were for "pasta, not paganism." I lit the corner, and as the fire caught, the smoke began to curl like fingers around me. My aunt used to do cleansing rituals. She said it helps clear thick, dark energies.

My hand recoiled immediately and my eyes were wide with shock. "What the hell is that?" I gasped, staring at my now reddened and stinging hand, a mix of pain and confusion etched across my face. The psychic's smile remained quiet, almost serene. Erika rushed to my side, concerned in her eyes. "Those were vibrations. You require cleansing to rid yourself of every trace of negative energy," the psychic explained calmly. "I will provide you with a substance. Add it to your bathwater and drink some. In the next four days, we will proceed with the remaining rituals, and you shall be on your way to victory."

“You have to put the amulet on and recant the spell again. According to the book, it will cleanse you of the siphon and transfer it back to the amulet.” I nod my head and turn the amulet in my hand. “Okay, tell me what I need to say.” Azazel scrolls through the words, his lips moving silently, then looks back at me and chants. “Nazaewa ya impurity oth cleanse zes zaeuh!” Remove the impurity and cleanse my soul.

One person asked loudly from the crowd. I pursed my lips. “It is the same witch that cursed me. She is relentless, but worry not, I’ll make sure she’s apprehended by tonight. They still kept on murmuring. “What if she’s never caught? What would happen to us?” “We will all die miserable deaths like the others.” “Do something Alpha!” “QUIET!” My voice echoed and instantly the silence was restored. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “Do not panic,” I said, letting the words settle over them. “The cleansing ritual sanctifies your souls. If ever she tries to take one of you, it will take her life instead. It will burn her where she stands. She will not be able to touch you again.”