Witchcraft #deities Novels & Stories

However, I don’t think I have heard of Apophis being a deity that has any species on earth. Heck aside from those that we know of, who knows who or what else actually exists up there. “Yeah, I will have a word with them. I’m fucking lucky that I have two highly efficient witches in the family, after all.” Dad says. “I heard; I also know they are slated to take the position of the high witches of the coven of England, aren’t they?” Royce asks with a faint smile. Dad nods. “If they accept, right now neither wants to and no one can force them.”

Jackson said taking a big bite out of a cold meat filled croissant, show casing he was not willing to go first either. Sasha rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her orange juice and setting her chicken back aside after swallowing her first bite, she picked up her note pad “well shit, from what I’ve read and compared to the gifts you have been displaying since the Goddess left your body, you are either a seer or an oracle, an Archeangel or a god in your own right” this caused Scarlette to frown “yeah I’ve also found there are other gods apart from Life and Creation.” Lydia added her bit of information. “They are called supreme beings” Gabriel provided. This was not something he had to resear

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

Pinks, blues, yellows, purples, and colors I was unsure of stood bright under the stars and the light fairies that lit up the entire area. Small candles lit the path leading to where a witch was standing at an altar holding a book, flipping through the pages. I stiffened, not wanting to be cursed with another black magical spell. “No worries, Creed. She’s trustworthy, she helped me regain my memories. She just blesses the union in the goddess Hecate’s name.” I nodded, continuing to travel up to the altar. The dragons of the tribe were all smiling at me, making me uneasy. I cleared my throat, trying not to have the ecstatic eyes sway me. Nicholas only laughed, standing by my side, putting his

Drake said. “Why did I think this would be easy?” I asked, and he chuckled. “Oh, come now sweet Harper,” he said, “Since when have you liked anything easy.” I grinned, I guess he did have a point. “So who is this witch and how do we find her?” “The witch in question is the Warrior of the Divine Order for the magic users,” he said, “And how we find her, sweet Harper, is through you.”

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”

Helen asked. "I suspect the wolves had witches help them," Lilith told them. "When did witches and wolves start to get along?" Darci asked. "Maybe, because they're working for the same cause, to take down the packs and kingdoms." Lilith states. "What have we ever done to the witches?" Amethyst asked. She was the goddess of earth, she could control nature and all its animals, spirits and plants, she could harness the abilities of any animal or plant, she could also communicate with them so could also purify them and heal them. She was from Unothra, the realm of seasons, it was called that because the four parts of her realm had 4 different seasons.

“Vitteraï can have a similar mate system to werewolves, but it’s triggered through a ceremony that requires the blood of seven possible mates at a minimum, all males, to connect with the female, and it doesn’t have to be vitteraï either. Then the bond grows until the male sense it and goes to her. But vitteraï are pretty rare these days, and that ceremony is done by one of their shamans, only they’re not so fond of hybrids. I doubt they would have done her a favour. They could see she’s a hybrid by her hair, if not by her smell. Which again means werewolf. Only werewolves don’t have what it takes to fight an Other, and though I’m not sure about vitteraï, I doubt it. Hence, there is something