Witchcraft Deity Novels & Stories

About the sacrifice. "The First Born showed me the origin of The Covenant," I began, addressing the room. "Three thousand years ago, thirteen powerful supernatural beings made a deal with ancient gods called The Architects. In exchange for immortality and power, they agreed to serve The Architects' will. To reshape supernatural society into a form The Architects could control." "Why would ancient gods care about controlling supernatural society?" Alpha Reed asked. "Because supernatural beings are bridges between the mortal world and the divine world. We have power that touches both realms. If The Architects can control us, they can use us as anchors to pull themselves fully into reality. Tha

The slight graze of contact allows dark magic to flood my spirit, balancing out the light. My feet plant firmly to the ground and I raise my arms above my head, letting the magic amplify my command. “Selene, Gracious Goddess of the Moon, Mother of all werewolves, Mother of the Menae, I call on you. Hecate, Merciful Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of all witches, wizards, and warlocks, I call on you. Hades, Powerful God of the Dead, King of the Underworld, I call on you. Persephone, Prosperous Goddess of Spring and Nature, Queen of the Underworld, I call on you.”

"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.

She exclaimed with excitement as I gave her a toothy grin. Gesturing toward the individuals on the ground I shook my head and told her that I didn't want anyone worshipping me. “The Moon Goddess is our deity,” I asserted firmly and the woman smiled widely before clapping her hands and telling everyone to back off. Wisdom then quickly poked my skin with a pin and tasted my blood while I said, “Ouch.” I eyed her incredulously when she glanced back at me with a confused scowl. “You have Phoenix blood and yet are also the Sacred Shewolf. This is very confusing since you are both unique creatures combined into one,” she said breathlessly before she lowered herself in front of me.

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.”

She eyes me as we are walking and asks me, 'What do you mean Lord Drake? 'Oh um, every different species of shifters or supernaturals have their own God or Goddess. Those deities determine the destinies of all of the creatures created in the species of themselves. When hybrids are involved, they have to get a meeting together with the other deities to determine the direction to go. So, say the Vampire God, Lord Drake decided that none of his vampire children would be able to fully satisfy me in all ways of my life. He would have a meeting with Selene the Moon Goddess, Cordelia Queen of all Witch Covens, who doesn't like to be called a Goddess, Jesus and the human God, and Blair the Bear God.

Along with her parents who I would be happy to resurrect. Sardonyx waved her hands, freeing the pastor from his shackles. Just keep this in mind. If you reneged on our agreement or try to sabotage the ritual in anyway, I’ll make sure that Morgan never live to see her birthday. I understand. I’ll do as you say. Once a warlock, always a warlock. The vampwolf witch snapped her fingers and in the blink of an eye, the pastor found himself in his church with his congregation cheering him on as if nothing had happened.

Max translated "Precisely. And All three of these mention the existence of magic time and time again. Hecate Chiaramonti is the Goddess of witchcraft. She is less known now but 2000 years ago they would worship her at the turn of every new moon, a sacrifice would take place once yearly on the new moon of the Aries constellation. This is said to be the only time in a year when Hecate can harness and release power directly from and to humans. So the sacrifice, usually of someone accused of witchcraft, was our ancient ancestors' way of feeding and pleasing Hecate so she wouldn't use her power that night to do evil on humans. Anyway, it is also said that sometimes in a very rare circumstance, it

he replied. "Is that something we have to be worried about?" I asked him. "No, not until it happens again" he replied. I breathed a sigh and crawled up to where he lay, then placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes. "I read one time when was still a student in high school that Hades is also known as Pluto, god of wealth. Is it true?" I asked. "Of course. We are responsible for mining all natural resources that provide wealth. Half of hell is filled with mines where my servants have spent their time mining for golds and diamonds of all kinds.

The creature let out an ear-splitting howl, its claws scraping the stone floor. Godiva raised her hand. “Wait. It’s not attacking.” She stepped closer, her courage unwavering. The wolf’s gaze fixed on her, unblinking. Slowly, she knelt and bowed her head. “I am Godiva, daughter of Selena, the Moon Goddess. I seek guidance from the Moon Goddess to protect my pack and halt the darkness.” The creature hesitated, then bowed its head in acknowledgment. The air shimmered around us, and its form dissolved into silvery light, revealing a staircase descending into the temple.