Witchcraft Paths Novels & Stories

#dailyprompts 15th Up for take, no strings attached --- She fell for the wrong man. He is not the only rich man in the city, but no one dares to cross him. It costs not just money, but lives if anyone dares to try. Not even "the shark" -- the iron-wrist business man, his own father -- could control him. Or he wouldn't have left the rich life young at 16 to make his own name, and to build an even bigger empire himself.

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.

“I, James Wulfric, pass the title of alpha to my son, Blake Wulfric.” Following my father, I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, accept the title of alpha from my father James Wulfric.” We placed our palms together and a warm sensation spread from my father’s palm to mine. We stood that way for about a minute until the sensation passed. I could feel myself becoming tethered to the pack, with a bit of everyone’s energy settling inside me.

"As my son, it means that the ability to command nature using breath is already in your blood. However, it has to be awakened by a ritual that should be done at the right age, or as long as the person is prepared....Are you?" Ivar gulped. He stood next to a pentagram carved out on the clearing along with the candles and burning incense. Glancing at the bright full moon above him, Ivar took a step forward. "Yes, I am ready." Rowan started to chant eerily, with his voice so loud it could be heard far back in the camp. Ivar didn't recognize the words his father was uttering. Perhaps it was the language of gods. Wind spirit were there too, frozen in the air around them as if dead. They glow in u

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

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

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

Gharp goes to aid him. “Tia,” Sophii whispers to me, catching my attention, “, if it comes down to it, I heard that witch’s amulets can be destroyed with something in particular.” Reaching into her specially sewn in pockets she pulls out what looks to be a very short dagger. “A dagger that has been blessed by the Lake of Gods. Most of our daggers in the village have been blessed, since it aids in killing Skelly’s should they ever travel into the village to harm us.” The dagger itself was nothing particularly special. The blade appeared somewhat blunt and the hilt was wrapped up in a dark brown cloth. I nodded, accepting the blade even though I was sure it wouldn’t be that useful to me. I nee

It was to be used in situations requiring assistance from the Patriarch under special circumstances. At this moment, the Patriarch had set foot on a dark and mysterious path. This path was located within Scarlet Summit. It was the sacred mountain of the faction, and also an active volcano. The mountain was adorned with countless beautiful flowers, presenting a delightful scenery. However, due to occasional volcanic eruptions, the mountain was fraught with danger. This place was a dangerous beauty, possessing an irresistible allure, yet hiding unknown perils beneath its beautiful exterior. The walls of the path were carved with various grotesque patterns of demons and monsters. Each of them w

"The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you." "Chooses you?" "Yes, you'll understand when we get there," Katie says and they make their way out of the room. ****************************** Katie leads Sarah outside the palace to what seems like a bare wall. She places her hands on it and a door forms almost immediately. She opens the door and they step in. There is a staircase on the inside that seems to lead to a basement. The room is dark so Katie opens her palm and a glow of light shines. They go down the short flight of stairs and Sarah sees it, it's a garden.