Witchcraft Staff Novels & Stories

She turned to them. “ This ritual consumes a lot of energy. I need to channel someone strong. Someone that matched his strength and possesed the same traits” she said to them. “Let me do it. He is my son and i was once an alpha” said Christopher as he stepped forward. Marissa nodded her head. She drew a circle and put four candles around it then she asked Christopher to lie down inside. She closed her eyes and started chanting. The spell required a full moon to work but it was a half moon that day.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery

At this point, I was certain—There was something seriously wrong with the both of them. One loved stealing what belonged to others, while the other thrived on self-sacrifice and wallowing in their own misery. I took a deep breath to suppress my anger before saying, "Get out of here right now, or I swear I'll kill you!” "Henry, you and Sadie are a match made in heaven. The two of you should be locked together forever and stop ruining other people's lives, you absolute trash!"

I suggested. She gazed at me with disappointment. "And you think you can achieve anything without taking a risk, Rick?" she asked with disbelief. "Alright, what idea do you have? Let's take it fast; there's no more time for delaying," I uttered. "There is a staff that belongs to the pack; it has been in this pack for ages, and not every wolf knows about it. Whenever the ruling Alpha steps down, he secretly hands it to the next Alpha. It is essential that no Alpha can rule without the aid of that staff. So I suggest we go and steal the staff; by the time the adversaries come, his condition will be worse than that of an enslaved person." She suggested smiling mischievously.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“By asking you, of course, so how do you intend on getting this off? You are serious, aren't you?” She seemed hesitant but told me anyway. She said there was a spell her mother told her was capable of breaking and unbinding anything. This spell, which she sloppily gave me the name, could break the bond bracelet but it needed about sixty witches to work together. Of course, she claimed that she knew who and who to call. I had heard all I needed to hear. If there was a spell that could do the job, I would find it myself. “You know what? I'm fine with the bracelet on my wrist,” I said, standing on my feet. “It has been with me my whole life, I don't want to say goodbye.”

A small staff lay in her left hand, gleaming softly with a green-golden haze. “Heaven and earth bear witness,” the black matron began. The atmosphere suddenly changed as powerful primal magic encompassed us all, catching everyone by surprise. “Great mothers I call you to bear witness to your children who have chosen to follow your path, also the 401 gods that descended from the heavens to the earth.” The black matron stuck the staff in her hand which grew longer as she spoke into the floor, releasing a full blast of the magic. I gasped as the power washed over me. A voice spoke the words of the oath directly into my mind, powerful and resounding. I took a moment to think it over, but the bas

She can't act while her foes were inside the city because that was one of the great taboos in this domain. The ruling wizard family would certainly crucify her if she would do that. "I need to find more information about them." she decided and waved her hand out. A staff materialized out of thin air and landed right on target. The lady held a white staff which stood even taller than she was. There were scribbled runes on the body of her weapon and it oozed a feeling of timelessness towards its audience. All of them had possessions like this one, a staff. But to compare their own weapons against the might of the epic craft in front of them would be akin to a faceoff between a baby and an adul

It sounded like the tectonic plates of the earth grinding together. Nyx closed her small fist. CRUNCH. The witch’s staff didn't just break; it imploded, turning into a cloud of splinters that the shadows instantly consumed. "Killian, get her out of there!" I cried, trying to move, but the black rune on my chest was burning white-hot, pinning me to the spot. The Coven was trying to use my life force as a shield. Killian roared, his golden aura exploding as he fought against the invisible weight of the pact. "LET. HER. GO!"