Witchcraft #deities Novels & Stories

"But first, I must go to visit the Tree Of Hecate." "The Tree of Hecate?" Dimitri questioned. "Yes, we have a tree that's a gift to us, from the Goddess herself," Isis beamed with pride. "Many millennia ago, Hecate came to earth while on a mission to find the gate of hell. Hades attacked and almost killed her; Hades is God of the underworld. A few people that were living here, found her and nursed her back to health. So in return, she granted them powers of their own. She taught them how to mix potions and cast spells and thus the birth of witchcraft."

"So you're saying you're not human," Sarah asks the guys standing in front of her. No, we're not", they chorus. "_and you're not even just not humans, you're werewolves", she goes on. "What am I again?" "A witch", Jason says "The Witch Supreme", Lucas says at the same time. "So, my abilities are not because I'm cursed but because I'm a witch?" "You got that right", Jason says with a nod. "What did I miss?"

Dante responded. "Coven heads?" I asked. "Some have witch spirits, Isolde did. They are hybrids of different kinds placed in the earth to protect the inhabitants. Their wolf spirits live several lifetimes and find them every lifetime. like forever in the past and forever in the future. " Alexia seemed very knowledgeable on these creatures. "How do you know so much about them?" I asked her. "I read a lot." Alexia's response was short and quite self explanatory. I made a mental note to read more.

"No, princess. The queen was in love with the Drektus but not the other way. He married the queen because of power. For years though the witches lived in harmony the Drektus didn’t like that the phoenix witches had more power over them. Witches are divided into coven or tribe. There six tribes, two covens are most powerful among the rest of the witches, phoenix being the sovereign leader as they were viewed as sacred and holy more like gods, we could use any element and what made us more different is we could resurrect ourselves and bring back the dead and also become immortal after we die and we were the only witches who could control the griffins. We were only the witches who could be immo

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery

"Who?" She raises one eyebrow, then sighs deeply, plucking a tart gracefully from the plate beside her in a manner that suggests she would not have done so had I not frustrated her. "Hecate. Goddess of Witchcraft, Magic and more." She explains finally with a slight huff as she takes a delicate bite of the tart. "I've never heard of her." I say after a moment, my voice laced with skepticism. "You." Hera sighs after she swallows her bite of tart. "You are Hecate."

“But the prophecy also warns—if Streavorg sires a child with the same mother, a son born of darkness, he could undo them.” “No,” Saoirse’s mother screamed, collapsing in tears. My heart splintered. “What kind of High Priestess are you?” I roared. “First, you cursed Renzo and Saoirse with false bonds, and now this? Another ‘detail’ you missed that cost my mate her freedom!” Halo flinched. “I thought Streavorg was a legend. The scriptures said he could only be summoned by sacrificing a firstborn. The rejected witches must have done it, so they are soulless.”

“How does that work, exactly?” Slowly, I guided him over toward the altar, gesturing for him to sit beside me on the polished stone bench in front of the offering trays. “Well, you have to think about it this way,” I began, slipping the orange out of my pocket again. “Deities are abstract concepts, metaphysical entities that only exist in the collective consciousness of those who choose to believe in them, right? Their power comes from faith.” Chris’s expression remained impassive, but the slightest dip of his chin prompted me to continue.

She breaks down into hysterics again as I force the gag back in her mouth, “Now for the love of the goddesses, shut the fuck up.” “Witches don’t worship deities,” Samael says randomly. I look at him in confusion, “Ok, good to know, I guess?” “They worship the elements. Werewolves have one goddess, Selene. Yet, you’ve started referring to two a lot more recently.” “Well, before I get crowned, I have to be accepted by Nyx during the Ceremony of Night. I don’t exactly want her to reject me as the Dema queen, so now, I worship two goddesses,” I explain my reasoning, and his face splits into a smile.

“Is it witchcraft, then?” Soleil shoots him a look, “Do you want be to be burned at the stake?” “Then how did you call for them?” “I used gifts, and I used to praise them a lot, but they betrayed me. They never answered.” “Is that why you say that they don’t exist?” “They exist, I just don’t believe in them anymore.” He sits next to the old man, “How many deities do you think there are?”