Witchcraft Levitation Novels & Stories

“Can you help me lug some of these things back to the cave Mister? The storm’s coming in fast.” Cain nods and gets up, still blinking away exhaustion and still having that streak of dried blood now caked to his face. He needs a bath we both need a bath, but I have to get him fed first. “Teach me how to levitate things.” Cain blinks and I smile sheepishly “So you don’t strain your magic so much. I have…. power I haven’t been using yet. Levitating things shouldn’t be that hard should it?” Wrong. Cain floats the dead deer and the sack of potatoes like they’re attached to him on an invisible string.

As she chanted the spells, Damien and I fought off the wolves that tried to get through to her. "What exactly are you doing, Lila?" I turned and asked her, only to realize that she was no longer on the ground. "No way…" I heard Damien gasp, briefly losing concentration on the fight. Her eyes were still shut, her palms were stick together but she was no longer on the ground. Lila was currently levitating in the air with the book floating under her hands. As she continued chanting, the pages of the book opened on its own accord and suddenly, a strong wind began to blow from nowhere.

My vampire senses were suddenly heightened, and I stood at attention. “I, Edith Whittaker, invoke the power of Azrael, the angel of death who separates souls from their bodies, loan to me your gifted touch so that I may do your Work. So, Mote, it Be!'' Oh sh*t. This is some legit stuff. I had only ever heard about witches, but I never got the chance to actually witness a ritual. It was interesting. As a creature of death, witnessing the manipulation of it is entertaining. Suddenly Alveric’s body levitated off the ground and began to spin really fast as though it was a centrifuge. Looking at it made me want to throw up and I was already dead. I could not imagine what he must be feeling right

“I would have given him a wet-willy, but didn’t want to get my hand covered in invisible saliva. I had just gotten a manicure; also, magical humidity takes a while to dry. “How did you go about doing that?” I can’t help but ask. Rhia raises her right hand and sticks out two fingers. She progressively lifts her wrist, and as she does, a cushion on the couch opposite us begins to levitate in the air. “Just like this…but instead of the cushion, I just lifted the pants he already had on. I might not have muscles, but I surely can make a grown man cry if I choose. We witches have to stick together, right?” she says with a wink.

After the thread tied Liam's body until his wolf form rolled to the ground, Julie didn't feel anything anymore. "Who is that witch?" Julie sighed for the umpteenth time. She ruffled her own hair in frustration with the situation. She decided to stop thinking about it. Finally, she sat herself back down on the bed and took some lemon balm from her drawer. She waved her hand in front of the leaf and made it levitate with a levitation spell. She created a flame after making it levitate,, and she she extinguished the flame by blowing on it. The burning smoke of lemon balm could be used by her to calm her tense nerves.

“I do, but I feel like it was rude to mention it.” I sighed. “It’s faerie dust.” “What are we in Peter Pan or something?” Simone asked, rolling her eyes. “It helps awaken magic… or so she said.” I wanted to believe her, but I wasn’t going to know for sure unless I was able to try to cast a spell. With shaking hands, I decided to cast the spell I had been trying to cast for days now; levitating an object. Simone cried out, “What the hell?!” “I just levitated your phone!” I said, my excitement bubbling over.

-… qui conceptus de Spiritu Sancto, natus ex Maria Virgine, passus sub Pontio Pilato, crucifixus, mortuus et sepultus… Smooth pebbles glide through fingers. An icy wave of power rises from within. Millions of invisible needles dig into the skin. But it's even nice. Lorenzo, since he realized that for witchcraft he did not need either a rosary or a word of prayer, experimented several times and did not use these improvised means. It turned out no worse and no better, but it was more difficult to concentrate because of the unusualness. Therefore, now he chose not to show off, but to do it the old fashioned way.

With those words he extends out his hands in mine and Rieka’s direction. Grabbing my hand in his, he places his other hand on Rieka’s head as he closes his eyes to concentrate. ‘Picture the memory you ssseek in your mind and sssearch through Levi’sss sssubconciousss for it.’ I close my eyes and do as he says, picturing a spell being placed on Levi to hide his true form from those around him. A rush of power moves through me from Rieka and Damballa, mixing with the power swelling up inside of me before pouring from my body and shooting out into the darkness, lighting up the space all around us.

- he pleads again. My lord, begging for a kiss? —Are you happy now?-The witch's voice sounds breathy, like she's tearful. —Remember me.- My lord sounds scared. —Remember me.- he repeats in a firmer tone, the compulsion does not work with the witch, but that is the tone of voice that is used to take away the will of humans. —I won't forget you as long as I live,you, idiot.- the witch sighs. —Stay away from Vlad-he orders, in the tone of voice he’d use to compulse a human, which is incomprehensible…that doesn’t work on the witch.

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.