Witchcraft Shop Novels & Stories

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

What I mean is, you might be good with fire and moving things with your mind. But there are people out there who are immune to your witchery. They have had spells cast on them to prevent any sort of witchery affecting them. Jax was a dangerous man, a rogue at that who's to say he didn't have such immunity? 'Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Tamara?' The Alpha asked. 'No, I'm sorry I don't. ' I replied kindly. 'Had Jax smelt you before you had seen him, trust me things would have been very different. Your gift to cloak your scent helped you. ' I didn't want to imagine being ambushed by that dead man.

He guides me back towards the main street and into the crowd. Some streets away, just as he said, stood an old house with a sign at the front that stated ‘Practitioner’, and then I assume the same is written in other languages beneath it. We went inside and I was immediately taken aback. From floor to ceiling stood shelves filled with mixtures and concoctions, herbs and books that glowed and moved. It was the most miraculous thing I’ve ever seen. The shelves that held everything along the walls were made out of a dark wood with etchings that reminded me of runes from television shows about witches.

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.

According to people's information, there was a complete place to buy step goods because the owner of the shop bought his goods on the black market. The sound of the entrance bell rang, inside it seemed deserted. No one was shopping because the shop was a bit far from the market and the center of the capital and sold strange things so only people who needed something would go in there. There was a full suit of armor, glass bottles filled with water and preserved animals, fighting gear, deer antlers, a magic orb that even Altair himself doubted whether it still worked or not. "Welcome to my shop," said the shop owner. "Is there something I can help you with," he said again, who was cleaning th

"Well, bravo, excellent. The only error with your plan is that you chose the wrong people. You crossed my territory, uglies," "And what can you do, little girl?" They asked jestingly. "What? I'll show you what?!" I roared, hearing a lot of voices in mine. A black whip appeared in my hand, I slashed it in the air, letting the sound cut through the thick silence. I spun the whip circularly while they tried to teleport but couldn't. "Let this sink into your head. My name is Darcy, the only shadow witch in existence and you are hereby banished for daring me," I latched the whip on their bodies, watching them both scream and crinkle up. I flogged them mercilessly until they crinkled up to ash.

the most prestigious shop in the territory. Her eyes locked onto a crystalline magic wand displayed in the center. Its core contained a rare phoenix feather, with moonstone and diamond inlays along the handle. "1.9 million?" Alexander muttered, his face paling at the price tag. The Thorn Pack had been devastated by the territory wars before we took leadership. Even now, after years of recovery under our guidance, we were still rebuilding our resources. Sarah quickly stepped in, playing her part perfectly. "Lily, sweetheart, that's too expensive. Alpha Alex is already so generous to us..."

Would it really be so simple as paying a witch to help lift the alleged curse that was keeping my wolf away? I hardly dared to hope that would be the case. We pulled up to the psychic’s shop, a small storefront situated on the first floor of a nondescript house along the main road. When we headed inside, I was hit with the scent of sage and patchouli, the sound of bells tinkling softly above the door. “You came,” a dreamy voice said from seemingly nowhere. Elijah and I both turned to see a small, beautiful woman emerging from a back room. She wore a long, flowy white dress, her wrists and ankles adorned with beads and bangles, and she was stirring tea in a delicate teacup in her hand.

They all gave me an uneasy feeling. But the first entry on the second page looked more promising—given that my standards for “promising” had gone way down by now. The title, in a garish purple script, read “Hawthorne and Armitage Magical Services,” and they apparently had a warlock and a shaman working together to “provide any magic you can think of, and a lot you probably can’t.” They had a list, including Wards & Protection, Healing, Fairy Puke Cleaning Solutions (that one made me pause and shake my head, despite how freaked out I was), and Eliminating/Creating Zombies. Under the heading “Our Terms of Service have changed!” it read: “All fees collected up front. My freaky brother-in-law (t

They all know that I’m a rogue, but because I took the time and invested my money into something that wouldn’t harm the werewolf community, they were more than happy to buy from my store. My store became so popular within its third month of opening that I bought the building attached to it and expanded. The new addition allowed me to work with local artisans and wolves from various packs who wanted to sell their own special goods. I created sections that allowed the artisans to rent so they can sell their products. They were allowed to come in early each morning to stock their designated display units for an hour and leave while my employees managed the store. They knew the rule that if they