Witchcraft Literature Novels & Stories

"They want to use her as their sacrifice?!" Harriet nodded. "I believe so… The witch who told me about this spell used to be one of the witches who worked for the coven. I remembered that there was something unique about that sacrifice ritual, but I couldn't recall what was it. Since those books belonged to one of the coven witches, I thought I could find something about that protection spell, and I did," she explained, pointing at the drawing beneath the ancient text describing the moon and the bleeding wolf.

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.

She would however change the topic whenever I probed. 'Scarlett. ' She warned when I stretched my arm to pick it up. ‘ If I am a warlock like you claim then I need to know. ' No matter how hard I tried to turn around and face Astra, my eyes remained glued on the book. It was as if it's presence was compelling me to open it and go through every page. A wooded box sat beside it, catching my attention all of a sudden. I closed my eyes to shove down the itch, to regain control over my emotions. ' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. '

" She had too much excitement in her voice. So I nodded before I proceeded to ask her what it was. "What you're touching with your hands is a holy Grail of witches. It is too holi for you to behold with your eyes and that is why I asked you to close them. You can witness it by touch instead." Holy grail of witches? What was that? "This book contains all the secret spells and tricks that witches use. What's more is that you can use it as a werewolf?" I gasped. I had heard about such a book but I never knew the name was Holy Grail.

Dust motes spiraled through the shafts of late afternoon light, settling on rows of books that seemed to be holding their breath. Which meant something was happening elsewhere in the house. And that meant Autumn wasn’t telling her everything again. Jade set aside her notes and flipped back through the Veilwalker Apocrypha, an unofficial, unapproved collection of personal spells, protection rites, and "soul-binding risks" that the Council had once banned. She’d borrowed it from Dominic’s private archive without asking. She found the passage at the very back. Handwritten. Tucked between two pages with salt-burned corners:

My mother agreed, but emphasized the importance of treading lightly and not stirring up any old resentments or jealousies. That night, as we gathered around the fire, I pulled out my grandmother's old tome on witchcraft and folklore. We spent hours poring over the pages, looking for any clues or patterns that might help us understand the forces at work in Sleepy Hollow. One particular passage caught my eye - a story of a powerful sorceress who had once lived in the town, known for her abilities to commune with spirits and command the elements. Rumor had it that she had been betrayed by someone she trusted, leading to a tragic end that left her spirit restless and vengeful.

It contained rituals, spells, and objects that could keep various creatures like vampires, werewolves, energy shifters, etc. Eric had brought it about 400 years ago just to read it for fun. Most of the spells and rituals were useless but occasionally certain rituals and spells turned out to be right. We had been surprised by the author's ability to get them right, through a fluke. Eventually, we realized that the spells and rituals that were arranged cleverly in a pattern amongst useless spells so that none of the creatures that came across the book would suspect anything. We had foraged through the libraries destroying all the copies of this book. The one in my hand is the last copy. I went

From that day forward, until she turned eighteen, she learned all sorts of strange things from Qontessah, which she later realized were some kind of sorcery or witchcraft. She learned to be benevolent by using white magic and cruel by using black magic from her. Qontessah was a master of all trades. She learned to heal and kill, but most importantly, she learned to manipulate the environment to her advantage.

I didn't want to say anything to Tristan, his going through enough right now. Ever since I allowed Sarah to spell me, Croxus and I have been working together on honing our instincts, working together to make sure something like that never happens again. We've been studying the magical history books in my mothers library, observing the way the witches practice and connect with the natural world within the pack. It isn't enough to be an expert, but I've been able to notice more, my senses stronger.