Witchcraft Staff Novels & Stories

Almost one year. "This is what Alpha Mason wants to take from me." I say to myself as I admire the powerful weapon. I can feel great power surging towards me as I hold it in my hand. "He's only going to get a hold of this staff over my dead body. He's not worthy of owning it. He's not a companionate man so is not fit to be the Supreme Alpha of the werewolf world. I would fight to the last drop of my blood to make sure he doesn't win this war. He's never going to set hands on this staff." I admire the staff one last time, before unwrapping my hands around it and it floats back to its normal position in the spotlight.

The tower tilted, its purple light flickering wildly as the generator base sparked with blue fire. But from the thickest part of the fog behind the machine, Malakai Wolfe stepped forward, his long white coat perfectly clean despite the blood and snow that covered the mountain. He held a long, silver staff topped with the split-tongued wolf crest, the metal pulsing with the same high-frequency wave that was currently trying to hollow out Kaden’s brain.

He was completely unresponsive, leaving Elena alone to face the nightmare gliding through the splintered doorway. The lead witch moved with a weightless grace. Her tattered ash-colored cloak drifted behind her like living smoke, and her translucent skin pulsed with thick, black veins that seemed to throb in sync with a low, dissonant chant hummed by her remaining coven sisters out in the corridor. In her skeletal right hand, she gripped a staff carved from ancient, blackened bone. The jagged crystal embedded at its tip bled a putrid aura that suffocated the natural scent of winter rain and cedar wood that usually filled the royal wing.

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

"They still have it. I can sense it's power. It seems like the three of them. partially absorbed the Staff. It's a good thing. That's why the Watchers weren't able to take it away from them. It's embodied inside them. But that's what makes it useless at the same time. To active it's power , the three of them need to be in sync. Their bodies, soul and mind ought to act alike if they want the power of the Staff to materialize. The Watchers must have done something to hurt their souls since they knew hurting their bodies was not that effective. "

“She is a much more worthy opponent than I give her credit for. She has Dreca. Miri used to own the staff, he has been missing for generations till now.” “Should I steal Dreca?” “You can't, it's not possible to do that. That staff is tied to all the white wolves that have ever existed. It can't be taken away. I guess she won on that one. I wonder what else she has under her sleeves.” “They said that she didn't voice out any spells. She just hummed and everything changed. I never thought she was so powerful. Things were supposed to go haywire yesterday. I'm not sure if I want to do this anymore.”

screamed a voice. Slowly, the room quieted, as their leader slammed his long metal staff on the stone of the ancient castle again and again. Soon, one could hear a pin drop, as the leader emerged from the crowd. Sage laid eyes on him: Octal. A man he hadn’t seen in years, twice as tall as the others, wearing a long scarlet cloak, and wielding the metal staff of Komber. He held the staff up, with its ancient crooked cross perched on the end of it, a cross said to be able to pierce and burn even the strongest foe, a mystical weapon feared by his kind, and wielded only by their leader.

another whispered, "it's true. The line hasn't been broken." The fire in the chamber guttered suddenly, casting long, trembling shadows over the walls. And from where she knelt, Ariya's cracked voice rasped out again-low, defiant. "You'll never touch my daughter." The lead witch raised her staff, its tip glowing with a pale violet hue that pulsed like a heartbeat. Her voice rang clear, layered with echoes, as if a dozen tongues spoke through her. "Their bloods will serve for hypnosis. We forsake the consequences."

Bella raises a six-foot-tall staff with a large dark crystal at the top and eagle feathers hanging along it, along with ancient writings of powerful incantations carved into it, given to her by her Grandma Rose. Kie, Lucas, and I stand by her side also in hooded cloaks. Lyra stood behind Brent and his Native cousins drumming. Sophia and Sam are hand in hand next to Lyra as Sophia prepares to help rid her brother of the dark evil that has attached itself to him, He is tied to an old wooden table cut from swamp driftwood, his hands and feet bound. My coven has long ago, accepted Kie, and his kind, who were once hated by them, Now we work as a well-oiled team, efficient and Brutal if need be.

“I have spent my life in that temple, watching people suffer from powers they don’t understand. Watching Warden after Warden sacrifice themselves and die to maintain a ‘balance’ that only benefits spirits and monsters! Enough! I will end it, and with this staff, an artifact from the age before Aethelford, I can!” He thrust the staff high, and the purple light intensified. From deep within the earth, a tremor began. The ley line that had just been purified was now churning, being pulled by that foreign force. “He’s pulling the ley line here, to this junction,” Elara shouted. “We have to stop him!” But their condition was pitiful: Siron was drained and grieving, Kit was barely conscious, Stefa