Witchcraft Owl Novels & Stories

"Yes, some wolves captured some of my knights, one of the wolves left a blood trail, witches glamoured it but luckily Lilith was there and uncovered the path, the blood trail goes all around the borders, we then realized each wolf may have intentional cut themselves and leave a trail of blood around the harder to do a ritual of some kind." "I'll take a look at it before we leave, Mariana I'm going to need your help with the demonic energy, I'll see if the trees saw anything or anyone," Amethyst informed them, closing her eyes. "Lilly." A bright light came from her chest landing beside her, it slowly flew up making a figure of an animal, a horse to be exact, it was green with eyes that looked

Go, wild animals and birds have stolen something, fish have devoured something . The Kreffs performed rituals along the entire spill, cast spells, drew protective cuts, dipped their hands into the spring water, sending the Gift, in the hope of removing the witchcraft committed over the living Volynets. Since birth, there was no such thing as chaining souls to dying bodies, and so they left them in them. No one knew what this trouble would come back to haunt. The head of the Citadel expelled the culprit himself, ordering to appear there at least now, at least forever.

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

Realizing that she caught me, she was embarrassed and tried to get out: - What is your color? - I have a fair one, but no matter how strange it may sound, purple is clearly seen. And-and-and ... - fell silent. The devil felt my curiosity about the appearance of her brother's wolf, but apparently she was waiting for a question from me. Silence reigned in the room, and I did not dare to ask the question I wanted to. I thought - amber, ametrine. Maxim mentioned some kind of Slavka Oniksov - all these are semi-precious stones and the names are appropriate, and his mother from the Silver flock is metal.

“Calm down. I showed you those visions for a reason. If I really were evil, why would I let you see the past?” Gabe merely snarled. Sarah let out a huff of exasperation. “What you saw was my younger sister. We are twins, born within minutes of each other. We both were born with the Earth Witch abilities but with vastly different levels of power. I am Syra, the Witch of Avalon. Sarah was born with lesser powers than I. Her thirst for power to match mine led her down a twisted path of greed and deception.” Syra took a step back, beckoning for us to follow her.

He drops the satchel beside the altar. Inside it, the ritual components wait. Everything he’d stolen, bartered, bled for. Arwan unrolls the cloth and begins. Salt. Bone dust. A single black feather. One fingernail from a wolf. One tooth from a man. A sliver of silver so pure it burns his fingertips. The sorcerer doesn’t ask for simple things. His hand shakes slightly as he slices across his palm. Blood drips, thick and reluctant, into the center of the altar. The symbols carved into its surface begin to pulse faintly, as if breathing.

The witch's gnarled fingers danced with precision as she added ingredients to the bubbling liquid, her movements both fluid and deliberate. Glancing towards the couch where Athena lay, pallid and still, the witch's heart clenched with sympathy and regret. The last Arctic Wolf on earth lay motionless, her breath shallow and pulse weakening with each passing moment. The witch knew the gravity of the situation; if the potion failed, there would be no hope left to preserve this majestic creature, nor to propagate her species for generations to come. With a resolve born of desperation, the witch quickened her pace, the liquid in the cauldron simmering with an otherworldly intensity. Each ingredie

His small hands clutched at my clothes, his eyes brimming with tears. "Mommy, I didn’t… I didn’t do anything wrong." His voice cracked. "She broke my LEGO on purpose, and then she called me a love child… She said we don’t belong in our own house!" "Ryder Quinn!" Michael’s roar shook me. "Lying at your age already? Nina was just curious. She barely touched your LEGO. And you twist it into something like this to slander her? Looks like if I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll never learn."

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

Scarlett’s POV Michael took a deep breath, his eyes holding a haunted intensity. "It all stems from a lineage deeply entwined with dark magic and an ancient pact," he began, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a heavy burden. "Long ago, Swiftclaw's ancestors made a pact with a malevolent entity, a dark God that granted them power beyond mortal understanding. They were werewolves, but not ordinary ones. They were bestowed with unnatural strength, speed, and a connection to the shadows themselves."