Witchcraft Essentials Novels & Stories

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

I quickly search for 'Four cardinal elements' and when I hit enter a lot of links about nature religions, paganism and something called wicca pops up. "Wind, fire, water and air. The Four elements that flow through us all is the pillow in practising witchcraft". I read out loud. Witchcraft ? Well I can't be turning into a witch. I open the link, feeling curious. Looking down the page, several things seem to draw me in. I nervously bite my lip before pushing the link saying 'magic and spells'.

she whispered softly, relief flooding her, however, there was still the lingering anxiety that they wouldn't be able to carry out the ritual at all, or that it might not work even if they did. "Alright, lass, I suppose the first step, which ye seem tae be aware o', is that the ritual needs tae be carried out at midnight o'er a full moon. I'd suggest that ye get there earlier, so that ye can make sure ye're properly prepared," Duncan explained. Camden listened intently, making sure to take mental notes of every single point he made mention of. She nodded her understanding, indicating for Duncan to continue. "As for the preparation, ye'll need tae make a salt circle just beyond the stone circl

Circe continued, "intention is everything. The strength of your magic depends on your willpower and the clarity of your intentions. Half-hearted efforts yield weak results. You must be focused and determined." Circe reached for an old, leather-bound book on the table. It looked ancient, with its cover worn and pages yellowed with age. She opened it carefully, revealing intricate drawings and handwritten spells. "This is the Grimoire, a book of spells and knowledge passed down through generations of witches. Today, we will start with something simple but essential: creating a protection charm." Circe stood up and began gathering ingredients from various shelves. She brought over a small pouch

"You see, not all witches would stand to listen to this tale. I mean, they don't care if it's your fault for becoming so powerful. They would rather kill you spot on so, hold on..." Elisa went to a shinny desk as Abi keenly watched. Elisa's hand nimbly sparkled with silvery ethereal glow and a nice silver jewel appeared in her palm. This amulet was made mostly of swarvoski crystal from the ancient era. This type has gone on extinction and only Elisa knew how to convoke them from the past. And it was known to have great effect of hiding the powerful side of someone. At least, it makes look weak on the outer view and no one suspects a thing.

cried out Felton almost hysterically as he instantly began desperately struggling on the ground. Watching as strong emotions of anger and fear appeared on Felton’s face, Gerald simply replied, “Remove…? You have no idea why it’s called inexorable witchcraft, do you?” “…Is there meaning behind that name?” “While it’s only considered to be one of the more vicious witchcrafts among the secret techniques, it’s without a doubt, the most powerful, and for good reason too. After all, there truly is no way of removing it! Just so you know, only records of creating this particular witchcraft have been found in the secret techniques book. With that in mind, nobody truly knows how to remove it! Regardl

Thomas Reed has proven otherwise simply by continuing to exist in proximity to her. I set water to boil. Witchcraft, when practiced correctly, looks like housework. It is preparation. It is knowing which tools must be visible and which must remain implied. I grind chamomile and angelica together, slow enough to keep my hands steady, fast enough to signal intent. The kettle sings. It does not stop when it should. Ah. There you are. “Eliza,” I say gently, as she rises for the third time and sits again without realizing she has done so. “Come here.”

I stood on the sidelines, watching them from afar. The moon rose to its peak, and the witches formed a circle in the court. Each of the witches stood beside the burning torches fixed around the courtyard. Some markings were scribbled on the ground. Triss had explained that it was some kind of access to the Earth's magic. The witches had their hands locked together. Devoss was in the center of the circle, holding a wooden kylix in front of him and a small dagger in his hand. It looked pretty normal, but I was told it was an athame dagger used for rituals. He pierced his palm with the dagger, and in a rush, his blood flowed out, dropping into the wooden kylix.

Soon they were all passed out on the table in the bar and I carried them out one by one to my car and then to my cabin in the Woods, where I carried out most of my training and other humanly forbidden acts. I had a cranky smile. I was overwhelmed with the idea of getting to create a species of my kind. I hurriedly assembled everything I'd needed for the ritual. A double-sized Jewish rocky golden star popularly known as the star of Moses was drawn with my blood on the ground, candles of seven different colors which represented the seven tribes of the witches were erected and between the feathers were four owls feathers and to my right hung a burning incense. Once the materials were ready, I a

“Let’s go find your alpha and bring him home.” “What about your brother?” the stubborn Beta crosses his arms as he leans against a wall and watches me pack my satchel with various spell components. Unlike Hawthorne and Great-Grandmother who are both sorcerer-class witches, as a hedge-witch my energy needs to funnel through another medium. This means my magic comes through in the forms of potions and tinctures, a magic that can be felt with your fingers and tasted with your tongue. “We don't have time to wait for him. We need to do this now," I press as I continue to search the shelves for the last of my tools. "Have you seen a small copper bowl and brazier?”