Witchcraft Stories Novels & Stories

“That’s never been performed and even if it has been, it’s forbidden.” Getting up, she wandered off towards the section where books lay, stacked high up on shelves against the wall. She reached up and pulled one out, coming back and dropping it in front of me. “Read,” She said, taking her seat. “But first, take notes.” Confused, I stared at her, wondering if I had heard her correctly. “Take notes? “Yes,” “About what?” “Witchcraft is more complicated than stories and ancient history. Let’s move on. If you’re truly curious like you seem to be, then, the least you can do is make notes. That way, you can keep track of what you know and don’t know.

"Witchcraft has many forms. I heard some of you were shaking up at the other campus today. What do you think caused the power surge?" "I don't know, but it felt awful," Gwen pouts. "Like I was being roasted from the inside out." "Yeah, like someone tried to rip my wolf out of me." Sullivan, the werewolf from our last class, smirks my way. I sink in my seat, hoping I can use my magic to become invisible. "Anyone else care to share?" Bergins' baritone voice fills the silence and he sits on the edge of his desk. "No? So what do we know from history? How can we use the past not to make the same mistakes now in the present and further into the future?"

as he starts talking.” Lynn said, sitting back in her chair. We all caught the vibe and focused. Lynn’s family was horrible to her, especially her siblings. There was no question who’s side we will always be on no question asked. All jokes aside it is now time to start this meeting. Lynn’s grandmother got up once the dragons were seated. “Now that everyone is seated we can begin, The alpha’s twin babies have been taken by a very powerful witch. they are being held in a realm created by the witch. I know this because whenever there is a ripple in the fabric of the world there is a shift in the earth’s core that causes a rift in the fabric of the earth, and we just need to find it. Once we do

Brenna did her best to keep running, trying to ignore the stitch in her side. It had been with her for at least several miles, and she was aware of her pace slowing, so she focused for a moment and tried to infuse some of her magic into stamina. It didn’t seem to work, and she wasn’t really surprised. She had one main gift, and that was the gift of Sight. Some witches had a multitude of talents, but many were like her, with just one area of expertise.

“That’s a sensitive topic to speak of in front of their Alpha.” Red Moon was once filled with witches who swapped people’s destinies, it was horrific. When Black Hills Alpha King had rid them of it, they signed themselves as one of their packs. It was wrong to speak of such dark times. “I am getting somewhere with this.” Jake pulled his arm off me and threw the necklace at the Alpha, who shrieked, kicking it away. “I believe your father told you, of a witch he asked a favor for.” Jake raised a brow. “The witch had use that relic to swap something.”

I can control all of them. I manipulate the elements with the slightest movement of my fingers. I'm not bragging about it, but it's cool! However, I can't cast spells. Elemental wolves, in general, can't cast spells. Unlike witches, they can do more than just cast spells or perform tricks. It's based on how willing the witch is to delve into all paths, even the darkest ones. Well, Safira went even further than I expected. Meanwhile, my mother sacrificed herself to guarantee immortality for both me and my sister. Safira attained immortality without letting go of anything. She just tricked death...

“What does the tale say that will supposedly help us determine what is happening?” “Well,” said the Water Witch. “It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she re

armchair by the window, looking out at the forest. The pack lay in a remotely peaceful and quiet slumber, they were completely unaware of the attack that was being planned on her own pack. She had to find a way to return home. As her thoughts churned, she recalled the stories her father had told her about the witches. They had once been a powerful force, wielding magic that could alter the course of history. They started to become corrupt and used people for their own benefit. An increase in the number of such corrupt witches had led to the brutal purge. Her own pack had played a significant role in driving the witches into the shadows, forcing them to live in secrecy, always hiding from th

“Yes, you are right there. The person who wrote that had lived during or after the Romans times, but the contents of that diary came from different people and had lived before that time.” Marianne looks at him with confusion. Francois carries on. “The last three pages talk about how this man and his brother had bitter arguments on their beliefs. He had expressed his wishes there hoping that his brother would know the ways of God. Not the pagan way nor the family beliefs that giving offerings to the long gone dead white witch will make them live long. According to the old folktales, the first practitioners of craft magic were called ‘white witches’. They were one of the primitive people. They

My Hierophant friend has so many stories about her ex-friends who were witches. She's so unhappy that she had to part ways with them but it wasn't her choice. But she has kept some very memorable stories about them and she is now sharing it here in the Spa with us. Now, just remember... most of these stories are true. It's up to you to figure out which one of these are false. Or maybe, not of them are... ++++++++++ Another one of my witch ex-friends had a favorite toy…