Witchcraft Literature Novels & Stories

The pattern on the front was of a wolf howling at the moon, encircled in intricate intertwining branches. Curling up in my favourite chair, I carefully lay the book in my lap and open the cover. “The ancient art of untamed magic, “I read aloud and took in the subject matter. Untamed magic was the old term used for dark or forbidden magic. My hands shook as I took in the magnitude of what I was reading. There were witches in this house channelling untamed magic, Alune was right, and it terrified me.

My hand drifts toward one of the volumes. The title alone makes me draw back. The History of Witches and Warlocks. I nearly drop it. Such books are forbidden within these walls, condemned as dangerous, heretical. Even Father, stern though he was, would never have permitted one in his library. How then is it here, in the attic, with others like it? For when I look again, I see more titles lined along the shelf and strewn upon the table. The Book of Spells and Witchcraft. Witches and Courts: The Battle. Battle of Magic. Witches and Their Origin.

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

It was Silverfish, the big, library-style bookstore where she'd worked part-time back in high school. Even from this distance, as they got stuck in traffic, she could see the thick volumes displayed within the wooden frames of the windows. She could see the outline of the shelves from inside, the red wash of the old plushy carpet, and the low circular tables laden with paper flowers. It was moderately populated, just enough people scattered within the area, poring over all kinds of books imaginable. It was what the shop prided itself for, the sheer variety of their stock. And if she remembered correctly, Silverfish also housed the taboo books. Witchcraft, demonology, cults, and death. Lots a

It was shallower than she expected, but her small stature needed little room. By instinct, since she could not understand a single line in the grimoire, Martha chose a spell. It was the only spell in the center of the page. She ran her fingers over it the handwritten letters. The energy it gave off was not like the others. It was—darker. Apprehension formed in her mind. Just below the spell was a drawing of a hand, a rune dead center of the palm. She traced her fingers over the picture. A malevolence was radiating from the page. Everything about Sven was evil. Why would his book of written spells not reflect that?

” I continued to explain to Jeff. “I was told by other witches that using dark magic always has repercussions” he interjected still looking at me curiously. I could feel Viviana staring daggers at me now. She knew he was right but I prayed to the goddess that she would stay quiet this one time. “Not for me though” I reassured Jeff offering a soft smile. Really hoping he didn’t see through the façade. His look softened and he placed a hand on my knee returning the smile I gave him. Tiny sparks warming me where his hand was placed as he gently caressed it whit his thumb. Not removing his eye contact he spoke “Viviana, I feel like my mate might be lying to me to just help my mother. Is she bein

“Yes alpha. my father acquired a lot of this books when the old storages were burnt down 32 years ago. the book that I looked into spoke about the story of the hubs and pills that were invented by evil sorcerers that helped hernias and control the energy of werewolves channelling it and turning it into witchcraft. for this however to happen they had to a pact made between the wolf and the giver of the spell.’’ “The spell?’’ I ask “According to the Book the spell does not have to be described as an exchange of incantations between the spirit world and those that harness its magic, the Sorcerer's also consider it as a spell when a being that should not have nest magic demands of it. The exchan

Her journey had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices, but she had embraced them willingly, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Within the hallowed halls of the Violet Moon Occult, Sasha had found a community of like-minded individuals, bound together by their shared fascination with the supernatural. Together, they had embarked on countless rituals, conducted intricate spells, and exchanged esoteric wisdom, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

Raff makes quick work of relieving her of the blouse and she pulls back as he does. I take in the beauty that stands before me with her sheer black, strappy bra that shows her erect nipples and full breast through the thin material. I long to take her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on them. Hopefully, the plan is to remove the bra, as sexy as it is, the cloth is too much of a barrier between our skin. She steps back and reaches into her boot, slipping a wand out of a hidden channel. “Witch markings don’t require sex, they require this and a length of cording to bind our wrists, three candles and a spell of the witch’s own design. I could mark you first,” she says.

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.