Witchcraft Paths Novels & Stories

This only drew laughter from the ancient witch, who grinned at her and shrugged indifferently. "Killing one necromancer does not make you a worthy opponent" "You underestimate me", Merlin retorted angrily. "You are sadly mistaken" Merlin raised her arms and spread them outwards, and the flames died down, gradually going out completely. Extending her arms up and forward, ice began to form on the walls and floor accompanied by a cracking sound. Stalactites grew from the ceiling, extending down, their sharpened tips glistening wetly in the candlelight. Growing up from the floor were stalagmites, creating an obstacle path throughout the chamber and between the three women. The temperature inside

“Let’s go find your alpha and bring him home.” “What about your brother?” the stubborn Beta crosses his arms as he leans against a wall and watches me pack my satchel with various spell components. Unlike Hawthorne and Great-Grandmother who are both sorcerer-class witches, as a hedge-witch my energy needs to funnel through another medium. This means my magic comes through in the forms of potions and tinctures, a magic that can be felt with your fingers and tasted with your tongue. “We don't have time to wait for him. We need to do this now," I press as I continue to search the shelves for the last of my tools. "Have you seen a small copper bowl and brazier?”

Elyra gasped. Astera was weakening. Not someday. Now. Then the First Guardian took a slow step toward Elyra and Zevarion. Her eyes were gentle. But filled with urgency. "There are only two paths left." The city fell silent. Even the whispers stopped. Astera raised one glowing hand. Two beams of light appeared before them. One silver. One crimson. The silver path shimmered with warmth. Hope. Sacrifice. The crimson path pulsed with immense power. Temptation.

"A hidden underground cavern network. It connects the lowest cellars of the Silver Ridge pack house directly to the deep valleys of the Blood Moon territory. It bypasses every single one of our outer perimeter defenses, our scent traps, and our watchtowers." ​Devon’s eye widened in horror as the pieces of the puzzle violently slammed into place. He slammed his good fist against the wooden footboard. "That’s how Jax did it. That's how he managed to march an entire vanguard and a coven of rogue witches right up to our front gates without tripping a single sentry line. They didn't march through the woods. They crawled right up from beneath our feet." ​"And it explains why Beta Thomas kept his s

He wiped a mixture of mud and tears from his cheek with the back of his trembling hand. “The stone circle is a decoy,” Fenris whispered, his voice gaining a tiny bit of strength. “It's meant to trap the curious and the foolish. The Path-Stitcher doesn't live in a house of rock. She lives in the spaces between.” “The Path-Stitcher?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. Fenris nodded frantically. “That's what they call her and she is the last one. She is the witch of the neutral Craglands.” “Where is she?” I demanded, grabbing him by the shoulders.

The air in here still smells like coffee from the hours we sat making plans we hoped we wouldn’t have to use. “Entry lanes,” Elliott says, tapping routes into Silver Dawn land. “Forest swallows sound here and here. If she runs for the riverbank, she’ll try to drink moonlight off the water, don’t let her. Warlocks set on these five nodes. We collapse inward.” “Freya at center,” Ruby adds, tracing the circle with a fingertip. “I anchor from the east point. I don’t need to be at the center to hold it.” Nicholas breathes out like he’d been holding a stone in his chest.

Countless runes condensed from vital energy floated in the air, constantly arranging themselves and taking form. Aren and Jacob specifically sensed the ten types of Order's Intent contained within. Among them, the ones they comprehended most deeply were naturally the Dark Order of the Path and the Death Order of the Path. The profundity within far exceeded that of the two men. This shocked them once again. After all, Chase was human. For him to comprehend these two Paths was actually very difficult. In the end, everyone received a light point, which was a Passive Concentration Divine Talisman. This skill of forming talismans in the void made everyone admire him even more.

The sky was no longer a sky. It had transformed into the river that connected various disciplines. Scriptures of philosophy were woven together to create a dense web of countless paths of knowledge that ranged from swordsmanship to alchemy. There were 3,000 paths in total. As the Enlightenment Stone in Severin's hand illuminated, his spirit seemed to transcend his physical body and wandered through space. The paths echoed in his mind, and Severin gained a sense of clarity as he dispelled the confusion that had lingered.

I was too scared to admit I'd already belonged to her long before the bond ever formed. Coward. I am a weak, no-good coward. I tore the table open, flipping through half-burned scrolls until I found what I needed—a chart of Rift pathways, interdimensional lines once used to smuggle dark magic. They were unstable. Unregulated. Dangerous. Which meant perfect. I stabbed a finger into the map, tracing the scorch marks backward. "They used a siphon gate. One of the old portal mirrors. She's not in this realm anymore."

He immediately changed the subject, saying, “Can’t you let me go, Lanathia? I must rush to Mount Sword God for the Ancestral Sword Master’s lecture.” “You’re also a Sword Cultivator?” Lana looked at James curiously. James replied casually. “I’m cultivating many Paths.” Lana’s curiosity was piqued. She looked at James. “Is that so? Then what other Paths are you cultivating?” James said with a smile. “I have quite the variety. There’s the Elemental Paths, Yin and Yang Path, Curse Path, Sword Path, and Dark Path.” “Pfft!” Lana burst out laughing. “So you have more than ten? Don’t you know the limit permitted by the Heavenly Path is nine? Even so, I haven’t seen any cultivator capable of cultiva