Witchcraft #deities Novels & Stories

I sighed in frustration, rereading, and saw that I was chosen to be the one to do the sacrificial prayer and ritual. The annual sacrificial prayer and ritual held deep-rooted traditions that had been passed down for generations. The chosen one, adorned in the traditional attire, would be carried in a palanquin while performing the customary dance. The purpose was to offer prayers to both the Moon Goddess and the revered Dragon Goddess, symbolizing a connection to ancient creatures and seeking their blessings.

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.

He asked and played with his chin, I sneered at him. "That? That's an example of a demon's face." I pointed at his face while pushing the cart away from my place. I even heard Tim cursing. "That's why it hurts you to speak, your name Devi suits you!" I heard Tim shout, I just made a face. After I finished shopping, I went straight to the counter to pay. I put the things I bought one by one until the things I bought were placed in the paper bag. "2,356 in all, Ma'am," said the cashier lady. I took my wallet out of the bag, I stopped when I opened the wallet and my wallet was empty as well as my card was gone! What a misfortune!

Ije shook her head. "This small charm is capable of wiping a whole community if you fail to keep your own end of any bargain. This is not gods of your land. This is a deity, made by Umuora people. You must swear with it." "Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!"

Boom, boom! The graves underneath were then broken open one by one. Every god inside rushed out, including the Primal Old Devil, The Mystic Maiden, Ancient Smith God, Sacred Meri, and Holy Moesol. “Alex!” Just then, they noticed Alex as well, widening their eyes. They were all gods who have lived since ancient times, while some were witches within the Witch Kingdom. Hence, they could clearly sense the horrifying amount of witch power coming from Alex. Only Witch Ancestors could possess such witch power after all. Yet, Alex possessed nine of such powers, which was extremely unimaginable.

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Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

When Will looks back at me, his ivory colored skin seems to glow. “The Grove is made up of Twelve Covens; Fire, RavenTree, Trinity, NightDreamer, Wormsloe, Darseo, StarMoon, RoseWood, Silver, Mystique, Oasis and Windsor. Now Windsor is home to some of the most powerful Witches and Warlocks, all having dark magic run through their veins. They can be dangerous and unpredictable, but because they are so powerful, they are considered Royal. When Father Zyte made that first deal with a warlock, Mr. Grove, he didn’t know Mr. Grove was the leader of the Windsor Coven. Back then, they were called High Priests.” “So, what, was it like making a deal with the Devil?”

Slova explained as she put the goblet back on the table. Oonagh scoffed, turning her head away from staring outside the window. “What do you mean by saying that? He’s kind of devil?” she looked at the witch with her narrowed eyes. Slova shook her head. She swayed her hand to make an emphasis for her following statement. “He’s more than a devil. I could conquer and defeat any demons but he’s…a…divine…creature…” the witch sounded trembling in her voice as she could not hide her worries.

A lullaby my mother used to sing, one that spoke of wolves, moons, and a shadow waiting to rise. Suddenly, it all made sense. The deity wasn’t just an enemy—it was part of my past. The lullaby wasn’t a warning; it was a message, a reminder that I carried the power to rewrite the prophecy. Just as I prepared to unleash the magic within me, the ground split open beneath us, sending jagged cracks through the battlefield. The energy pulsing from the rift shifted, chaotic and unpredictable. And then I saw it—the truth hidden in plain sight. The deity wasn’t just an ancient force; it was tied to my family’s bloodline. Not an adversary, but a twisted reflection of who we had become over centuries o