Witchcraft Paths Novels & Stories

He rechecked the map. Still moving, but he was no longer on the old textile road. Immediately, Dan’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “Update boss, the guy took a detour — he is along the industrial lane now, heading toward the Seabridge outskirts. I think he might be heading towards the beach.” “Alright, keep tracking him. I’m staying on this,” Alex responded.

“OK, but you have to settle down first. I risk the entire bar witnessing my dark eyes and long teeth if you don't calm the fuck down!” “OK, you're right, but Gretchen pissed off the wrong wolf. How dare she embarrass us like that?” His wolf growled. “Easy,” Mitch warned his wolf once more. His wolf then retreated into the back of his head. The alcohol was out of his system and Mitch could now focus on his natural senses again. His wolf began to slowly emerge again. “You smell that, Mitch?” “Not really. What do you smell?” Mitch wondered. “It's like the heavens. I've never smelt anything so intoxicating. I detect the most tantalizing aroma of chocolate and lilac.”

Lady Amelia lied side ways and put her hand on her to cheek. “ What is our next step?” she asked him. “ We are still looking for the deity. We really can't do anything with out her” replied king Zedikiah. “ I have a way to hasten our mission” she said to him. “ What way is that?” he asked her. “ we need the nature witch. As you know, nature witches have immeasurable powers. Their potentials are endless. We can use her to track the deity” said lady Amelia.

Leith insisted. "I already have that covered." I said through gritted teeth. I didn't like his implication that I wouldn't do all I could to find my mate. "So where do we go from here?" Leo asked. "Black Witch Mountain coven." I stated flatly. All 5 men looked to me as if I had lost my mind. Maybe I had at this point I didn't know. I removed the paper from my pocket that Hope had written the spells on and slammed it to the desk top beneath my hand. Then, I pushed it towards Leith. He picked it up and began reading it. I could tell he knew it was Hope's handwriting.

*** ~Rhea's POV~ Walking through the passage, we got to a point where there were three pathways. "Oh, perfect, now what?" Jaden asked. "Could you just keep quiet and let me think" I replied. Then I remembered the direction spell which was used by witches when they get lost. "Oh yes, the Direction spell!!!" I let out "The Di... What, you know what, just do your thing" he said "Here, hold this," I gave him the lantern to hold. I chanted the direction spell and immediately two pathways at the sides shut close. The one in front of us was still open. After we entered, I heard a noise, it was as if the other two pathways opened up again. We walked for what seemed to be hours.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

“This is … powerful … and beautiful at the same time. I’d like to learn this form, General.” Edric sheathed his sword and looked up towards the light snowfall from the explosion earlier. “As for what I’ve said … this art of swordsmanship is the hardest one to perform … but I believe in you.” “How do I start?” “The snowflake symbol that you have seen earlier on the floor was the Path I opened … now, you might think that was the Path of Ice … it is not. What I just opened was the Path of Glacian Origin.” Arth raised both eyebrows. “Origin? Is that an ancient path?”

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

Cordelia took my prophecy scroll and replaced me, then seized all the dowry my mother left behind. My stepmother calculated correctly that I would not dare make a scene and demand it back in public. What belonged to me, I would take back this time. And I would make them pay a hundredfold. Aunt Marguerite trembled with rage. "Outrageous! The prophecy scroll was issued by the Royal Observatory based on Genevieve's birth date. It foretold her blessed fate. Stealing and switching it will bring divine retribution!

“We’ll give them a reason: that we’re not just waiting. We’re moving.” The small bell was struck again—three taps—signaling the start of the technical briefing session. Mira Solenn stood beside me as the representative of the white wizards. Her white hair was simply styled, her face serene, but her eyes held a small flame that always calmed me. “Analysis of the ritual residues from the Silvergrove pack’s attack and the traces in the Gravepine pack show the same pattern: activated nodes, not bases. The black wizards build ‘nodes’ that can be moved in two nights, anchored to natural crevices—caves, ancient tree roots, deep ponds, even tower ruins—then abandoned before we arrive.”