Witchcraft Ideas Novels & Stories

“They're called Aswangs. They're shape-shifting spirits that were once witches. Aswangs are created when a witch is killed horribly and can't move on to the afterlife until their wrong is righted. If Sahara killed the witches, she must have cursed them to serve her because Aswangs don't congregate together in that fashion. The only way to control so many Aswangs is to possess something that is dear to them. Witches are very suspicious of others, even their own. I wonder how the witch was able to take their prized possession?” My head tilts up as I contemplate the turn of events. “Mathias also told me that Sahara's coven died under mysterious circumstances. I'm going to hazard a guess that th

By the time I'm done I have five pages of neatly written steps, runes, herbs and spells that will give me a potion that can take off all illusions. The moment I'm done, the knowledge leaves me and retreats back to that space of my mind that's now filled with new knowledge. For a moment I do nothing but stare at the things I've written down while one question runs through my mind. Even if I have the steps and spells for the potion available to me, is it safe for me to do something like this on pack soil? Witchcraft isn't outlawed in the Silvercrest pack but it's not allowed either. Witches are more of a myth than actual beings in this pack. Coren might have shown signs of extreme hatred for w

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.

I was the one who gave them that idea. My idea was to take the witches first. Get them settled into their new home. Get them a place where they could start up with their rituals and settings to make that place perfect for the rituals magic. Especially something as serious as the sacrificial rituals. They were known to be taken seriously. And a single mistake could mess up with the timeline or even disturb the order between the different realms. That's why I had given free space to all the witches in my kingdom. They were free to turn that place to whatever they wanted. All I wanted in return was a hundred percent result of the sacrificial rituals. And so far, I have gotten a hundred and ten

"No? So what do we know from history? How can we use the past not to make the same mistakes now in the present and further into the future?" "We burn the witch?" Mercier, a guy with dark purple hair, slaps the hands of two guys near him. "That's what they did during the witch trails. Have we reverted to the backward human prejudices?" Bergins clears his throat. "So we know it couldn't be a hedgewitch, their power lies in herbs." "What about their eyes of newt and dog tongue shit?" Gwen points out. "They could brew a potion that would cause an earthquake." "And you would know, Gwen, huh?" Sullivan let out a howl.

Sofux was the face of order, Mar, the face of fertility and so on. Aelfric was interested to learn that, contrary to his original notions, witches are not creatures of ritual, sacrifice, and potion. Their powers are of the mind. They can move objects with their minds, pick up on the thoughts and feelings of others, and even imbue inanimate objects with certain minor forms of consciousness. The spells that Davis concocts, are largely colaborations with his three comrades. Though he seemed to always get the credit, and praise for the group's magical feats.

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

He gave me news and I sharpened it into a plan. “South ravine to the stables,” I told him, and then I set men in motion. The ring must be tight. Rotate every twenty minutes. No single point left empty long enough for a whisper to cross it. I keep a small chest on the shelf because not every tool wears a blade. Inside are roots, iron filings, powders passed down from healers who understood both the body and the stubborn laws of blood. Witchcraft is a blunt instrument if you do not respect its rules. I do not worship it, but I will borrow its edge when necessity asks for sharpened truth.

"That would definitely be on the pro side." Noah and I continued brainstorming ideas back and forward. Soon Michel and Frederic joined us and had some additional ideas to add to the list. One of the ideas was to allow the witches to alter the minds of any humans who found out about us to erase information if it became dangerous for us. I wasn't sure if that was a pro or a con, so I put it under the heading of other. By the time we had finished, there were quite a few ideas. "You know Kristof, whatever we personally decide, we still need to run it past the elders and eventually your father," Noah reminded me.

Tessa points. I sigh. She is right. Witchcraft can be sketchy. And there's also the part that we need a witch to do the spell, if it exists which I am certain it does. As Professor Olivia said, werewolves originated from witch magic. So there must be some spell that can get us rid of this stupid mate matchmaking by the Moon Goddess. But there's no witch in here that can help us. Except Branson who himself seems to be too naive for a powerful warlock. Hmm… "So, what do you suggest we do?" I ask.