Witchcraft Deity Romane & Geschichten

“Explain what you mean, lass.” “Witches like me only retain our power as long as we have our virtue. If a man steals it, we lose whatever gifts we have. If you were to deflower me, sir, I would no longer have the gift of Sight.” She licked her lips and looked down as her cheeks flushed. It was clear the topic embarrassed the poor girl. He frowned. “Must it be me specifically?” He wasn’t certain why he asked the question, for the idea of allowing any of his warriors to be the one to take her virginity immediately caused a surge of anger he had to bank down and breathe through.

As I can see his face more clearly now—oh, goddess, he’s so gorgeous I can barely think now—in the stronger light inside the house, he looks as stunned as me. He is looking at me like he’s seen a ghost. Like… he has seen me before and he can’t believe I am here. He is Gideon Swan. He is a warlock, and he’s awakened, and strange things might have happened to him—oh, has happened, because it’s why I was sent here, remember? Has he seen me in his dreams? Has he seen me coming in a vision? Can he see? I force myself to contain my thoughts. They are all running away from me, that’s why. That storm outside is an indication that I must do something now to help him.

“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.

It was her father calling. With that, she put on a jacket and hurried out of the dormitory. It was clear she was hiding from me and wanted to avoid a conversation. I sat still for a long time before returning to bed and texted Job. [How am I supposed to verify who swapped their destiny with mine?] He replied, [The person will be carrying something that belongs to you at all times. [The moment the act is done, their fortune will immediately change for the better. Their life will be transformed.]

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

She whimpered before closing her eyes and looking in the sky resolutely. The whole environment immediately changing to a different one as the three of them were teleported in a circle of fire. A circle of fire in what looked like a desert in the darkness. "I…I Azrael Power, the wife of the king of the witches, Christopher Power, the mother of Martha the to-be princess, and the god grandmother of Victoria, hereby calls upon the powerful witch powers of Victoria to take over her body. To take over her body and heal her as their own, and to help her get rescued from all the shackles of the sacrifice spell, that was performed for an evil purpose.

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

she began. "A 'Witch', before the Cataclysm refers to those who worship a Demigod or two. Due to unmatched beliefs, they were treated as outcasts. Their close ties with their patrons was envied by the orthodox faction, and they started preaching about such relationship being impure, and that it voids the divine characteristic of a deity, be it a demigod or a major God. Afterwards, they had resorted to the occult hunts and execution." Those information were completely new to him, and somehow disturbing to note. Still, he kept his ears open to listen on what she is saying.

“You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.” “I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there. “There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.” “But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.” “Like Mathis?” She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.” I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children.

"There is a distinction between a god and a deity. Who would be so naive as to pray to those worthless brats when all they do is neglect us? During the Vurhanil War, I tried naming them Arekin and Arni. They didn't even bother to listen to us. I'm not sure if it was a positive or bad thing that we called them, but something must have heard us. It was heinous. It had no face, none, and just conscience, unlike a god. It was just a cloud-like black mass swirling about. It began devouring the vurhans' souls, or whatever it was that was holding them alive." Alicia didn't even notice she'd let go of her sword; all she could think about was deciphering Slejj's face to see if he was telling the trut