Witchcraft Deity Novels & Stories

Arianna's voice trailed off, though the witch chuckled, "...so enlighten me." "You're the incarnation of moon goddess, Inári, the goddess of wolves, light, death and sorcery," the witch spoke as Arianna's heart beat fast. The witch arched a brow while taking a quick step toward her, "What makes you so fascinating, is the triple aspect you are," when she paused, Arianna could feel the presence of her mate moving closer, causing the Fletcher witch to side glance away from Arianna a moment before bringing her gaze back. An incarnation? Really! Thought Arianna to herself.

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

“So, witches don’t ride on broomsticks or pray to the devil?” Meredith burst out into laughter. “No. Nothing like that. I would love to buy an expensive broomstick to go with the theme, though.” She stopped laughing and composed herself. “We actually believe in gods, but not like the ones we see in Christianity of Judaism. You already know that the wolves pray to the Moon Goddess. We are the same. We have different gods we pray to. The Moon Goddess is among the strongest of them. Her powers make the waves rise and fall and the animals and earth to be soothed. The witch’s relationship with the world rests on love. We have been gifted by the gods to take care of this planet.” I nodded in vague

He knew it was coming, a tempest of unprecedented power, conjured by the dark magic of his estranged sister, Lyca, the fallen princess of the Werewolf Water Nation. Lyca, once a symbol of hope and unity for her people, had been corrupted by the insidious influence of the Werewolf God Destroyer, an ancient entity that sought to plunge the world into chaos. Now, she was a pawn in the Destroyer's grand scheme, wielding her mastery of the waves to wreak havoc upon the land.

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!"

And to finish the rituals, they killed the witches who practised the sacrificial rituals. But that was not all. There were humans who worshipped Lucifer. And they kept the rituals alive. There are two types of sacrifices. One, that is done in the name of God. Those sacrifices are to keep this world alive. And only the animals were to sacrifice in the name of God. The second one was done in the name of Lucifer. Those sacrifices were to help Lucifer with his seeds of evil. As even Lucifer didn't have the power to grow something that big and stronger. He was not God. He was just a cunning fallen angel. Franklin didn't take longer to discover the power of the sacrificial rituals.

she added, sounding exhausted. The sound of footfalls echoed to them as Sigwulf stumbled up the aisle towards them. “H, he...” Sigwulf stammered. “Dead bodies don’t speak. They just don’t. Please, Lord Draynon, what just happened?” Astrid swayed a little, her face pale as she sank to the floor when Draynon caught her. “Sigwulf,” Draynon commanded. “Come here.” “I refuse to support this.” Lakon snapped. “It is witchcraft. It is of the evil one.”

TO WALK ON TWO FEET AGAIN AS HUMAN AND SWITCH BACK TO WOLF AS SHE PLEASES” I threw the ingredients on Luna Iris and she immediately fell to the ground writhing in pain and howling. A strange wind began to blow around us and raised me off the ground. That’s when a surge of darkness rushed out of her and filled my body. The pain I felt from it was unimaginable, I couldn’t even let out a sound. It felt like fire filled my veins and eventually nothing but darkness took over. It was a peaceful darkness, not like the other times where it was filled with nightmares and things that had happened in my life. I was walking through a field filled with daffodil. After all I had been through I was finall

I nodded, tears in my eyes, but truly comforted by her words. “Can I see him?” I ask her. Her face is pained for a second before she replies, “I’m sorry I don’t have a way to show you. Everything I see and feel is from within. It can’t be shared like that…” “I might have something,” a woman to her side says. She clears her throat. “I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?”

They created life in their image and blessed them with their abilities. I become more frustrated within myself hearing this, as Selene can shift into a large pure white wolf and has blessed her people with the gift of shifting. I have never been able to shift into anything. All I can do is summon poltergeists and manipulate shadows, which all the Deities opposed I do. The poltergeists liked to torment the living in different worlds. So, the deities banned me from summoning them, adding more reason to resent them. Aria continued to talk while I sat there brewing.