Witchcraft Novels Novels & Stories

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step. They moved in comfortable silence until Raven stopped before a shelf labeled in silver script: *Veilcraft – Intermediate Bindings*. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—leather cracked with age, titles etched in languages half-forgotten. One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion*

"Guards! Are you all cowards?" Sarah shrieked, her voice reaching a frantic, hysterical pitch. She snatched a ceremonial silver dagger from the wedding altar. Her white dress was stained with the wine of her broken glass, making her look like a blood-splattered ghost. "She’s using witchcraft! She’s a monster! Kill her!" The guards shifted uncomfortably. Their eyes darted between Sarah and the Shadow King standing by the door. No one moved. They could feel the power radiating off me—a heat that made their own wolves want to curl up and hide.

I recently got a scholarship into Blackfrost Academy which only made my plans and goals so much easier. My one goal in life is to avenge my people's death, infiltrate the academy and get close to the only heir of the Thorneval bloodline who slaughtered my family till what remained was just a little girl thirsty for the enemy's blood. Here I am, Cressida Ashcroft Virelai . The only surviving witch of the Ashcroft bloodline. I've learnt how to suppress my powers for eleven good years and it wasn't easy. I couldn't let everything I've worked for for so many years go down the drain all because of these wretched rouges.

I started swimming, I didn't know my direction, but I kept swimming ahead, I couldn't see anymore as it suddenly became dark, I figured that it was late, I kept swimming without knowing my direction, when I reached the river bank, I swimmed out and I turned around meeting three men standing at the bank,my heart beat quickly and I started thinking if they were Alpha Rick's men and I didn't know them. They looked so gorgeous, I wondered where they came from. "Why are you trespassing on our pack lands?" The brown haired one asked,his deep voice booming and I shivered due to the fear. "I'm sorry, I'll just swim back." I said clutching my wet sling bag. I started to move but I stopped when I felt

Hope has been long gone in the eyes of soldiers. This has come too far. When night falls and the light of the moon comes and shines over us, that is the time we are being pushed back and even now we can't do anything. We witches and fairies are sorcerers that take life from the sun, while warlocks and werewolves take them from the moon. Our forces are weakening. Hope has been long gone in the eyes of the soldiers. I can't let this continue on. I can't let my kingdom, my world suffer when I could obviously do something for them. I must do something.

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.

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 opened it carefully and began flipping through pages. The writing was old, uneven, faded in some places, but the words were still clear. My eyes moved slowly over the first page. A bond of two natures… I frowned, turning the page. Born of great magic and sacrifice. My stomach tightened. “What does that even mean…” I murmured quietly. Then I opened another page. Then I saw a drawing on it. It looked familiar as I leaned closer, staring. A woman, clearly a witch by the robes and symbols around her, was standing over two wolves lying on the ground, as strange lines of magic seemed to curl and swirl around them.

I quickly search for 'Four cardinal elements' and when I hit enter a lot of links about nature religions, paganism and something called wicca pops up. "Wind, fire, water and air. The Four elements that flow through us all is the pillow in practising witchcraft". I read out loud. Witchcraft ? Well I can't be turning into a witch. I open the link, feeling curious. Looking down the page, several things seem to draw me in. I nervously bite my lip before pushing the link saying 'magic and spells'.