Witchcraft Staff Novels & Stories

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

“Explain what you mean, lass.” “Witches like me only retain our power as long as we have our virtue. If a man steals it, we lose whatever gifts we have. If you were to deflower me, sir, I would no longer have the gift of Sight.” She licked her lips and looked down as her cheeks flushed. It was clear the topic embarrassed the poor girl. He frowned. “Must it be me specifically?” He wasn’t certain why he asked the question, for the idea of allowing any of his warriors to be the one to take her virginity immediately caused a surge of anger he had to bank down and breathe through.

“Yes, we actually had a sorcerer years ago, but as my father told me, he began plotting to overthrow the Alpha and head the pack hence using dark magic to attempt to kill the alpha, the betrayal nearly destroyed our pack. Since then, the pack has turned its back on magic, relying solely on strength and strategy. But perhaps the Moon Goddess has decided it’s time for a new beginning.” He rose from his chair and moved to a chest at the far end of the room. Unlocking it, he retrieved something wrapped in dark purple cloth. When he turned back to us, there was a solemnity in his movements that made my heart pound. “This,” he said, unwrapping the object, “is the ceremonial staff tied to the legen

Luric waved his hand making the needle shrivel into nothing. "We gotta hurry and save Atlas, the witch is power hungry and is draining those caught within here that have the gifts. Luckily I learned how to lock mine from Hoka's teachings but Atlas hasn't yet," Ravin rushed out hurriedly. I looked up at Luric and noticed the change in him instantly. He gave off an aura like Arram but he was much stronger. I grinned slightly and opened my hand creating a staff out of the metal from my scythe and presented it to him. He wrapped his fingers around the intricate pattern on the staff and beamed at me.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

Cordelia took my prophecy scroll and replaced me, then seized all the dowry my mother left behind. My stepmother calculated correctly that I would not dare make a scene and demand it back in public. What belonged to me, I would take back this time. And I would make them pay a hundredfold. Aunt Marguerite trembled with rage. "Outrageous! The prophecy scroll was issued by the Royal Observatory based on Genevieve's birth date. It foretold her blessed fate. Stealing and switching it will bring divine retribution!

“Yes. For centuries since his passing, no one can lift the Staff out of its pedestal. Even King Anton couldn’t, and he was already very powerful. They fought hand in hand, but the Staff only trusted his owner, the Prima. It was said to be a vessel of ancient power, and only a creature with the same power as it, can wield and use the weapon.” ”Whoa.” It was my turn to exclaim. I stared at the Staff, and true to its name, it truly is just a staff. Basically just a stick that was as long as a broom. What does it actually do? ”With the Prima, the Staff can change into whatever kind of weapon its wielder chooses. It’s a shape shifting weapon, like a representation of us, werewolves. Humans that c