Witchcraft Guide Novels & Stories

“We offer a pact.” My pulse spikes. “What kind?” “Guidance,” she says. “Protection from what hunts awakened Crowns.” “And the cost?” Blake asks flatly. The veils turn toward him. “Access.” “To what?” I ask. “To you,” the witch says simply. “When the land calls. When the balance wavers.” Ethan snarls. “Absolutely not.” I close my eyes briefly. When I open them, I meet the witch’s gaze. “I’ll consider it,” I say.

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

I place a hand on the trunk of the tree, close my eyes and say a quick prayer to my spirits and ask Hecate, goddess of witchcraft to help guide me. I start to draw out my pentagram and place my candles, crystals and all other offerings out. I feel the shift in the energy as I place myself in the middle of the pentagram. I say a few words and the candles roar to life, the heat against my skin as they burn bright. Taking my dagger I slice my palm and allow my blood to soak into the earth. I start my chant and feel the familiar pull as my magic starts to form and bend around me. I keep chanting but slowly open my eyes as the shadows start to twist and form around me until the very recognisable

In a moment, his body glowed as a sign of life entered his veins, the witch and the people were surprised. “ Does she have healing abilities?”. The two female wolves who attended to me whispered out loud. The witch held my hands and dragged me along with her into the shrine.. “Come with me”. She yelled out loud! ………………………………………. The witch dragged me to the shrine while the people followed closely behind. I kept mute and watched as she performed some rites and recited some incantations….. “ Stretch forth your hands”. Her old quacky voice commanded. “ I can see you, yes I can see you, Spirit of the High Crest—”. She repeated continuously, as she moved around me.

“Lake Tahoe is human territory. We protect it, or we become the threat everyone fears.” Silence followed. Not resistance but serious consideration. Seraphine tilted her head slowly. “There were… ways,” she said at last. “Long ago.” My heart skipped. “What ways?” I asked. Her gaze flicked between me and Inferno, knowingly now. “Healers once worked with witches and warlocks. Bloodcraft. Preservation amplification. It wasn’t common. It wasn’t easy.”

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. "Listen to me," I said quietly. "You are Cressida Ashcroft. Half-griffin. Hockey player. My responsibility." I held her gaze. "You are not a witch. You have never been a witch. The ice is griffin magic. The wings are griffin magic. The binding was a griffin binding." She nodded. "Say it." "I'm half-griffin." "Say it again." "I'm half-griffin." I pressed my forehead to hers. "You're going to walk in there. You're going to answer their questions. And when I say we're done, we're done. Do you understand?"

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.

He kept Viola in the company of the Durantes because he believed that she would be safer there. Gwenda Mae came from a long line of Salem witches, witches who could chanel. The Salem witches were a closely knit group. They had a way of channeling their powers among each other, it was what made them strong. They were also well versed in witchcraft and had extensive knowledge on control and balance. Viola needed a tutor, someone that would help her learn control and find a way to use her powers. Someone he could trust to do his bidding. Someone that Viola would learn to depend on.

Joan tentatively asked, looking at the door. "Magic, of course." "Witchcraft!" She said with wide eyes again. Her rescuer chuckled at it again. "Yes and no, at the same time. You see, Joan, Witchcraft or wizardry, that is the correct term used for males, is when a person utilizes magic through a magical focus, normally a wand or a staff. Since I don't need to use a focus anymore to use my magic, it's called magecraft." He corrected her. "Ohh."

I commanded. "Understood, Alpha. They shall be prepared as per your instructions." My elation knew no bounds. I had spent years searching for these witches, renowned for their formidable powers. Their expertise in crafting and casting unimaginable spells was unparalleled. I eagerly anticipated laying my eyes upon them. ~ The following day, as I had informed my beta, we set out towards the witches' coven. Upon arrival, I removed my cloak and handed it to one of my men. I had learned that the witches held a rule that outsiders should not wear cloaks, as it identified them as part of their kind. With this in mind, I ventured into the cave.