Witchcraft Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Wyatt’s eyes widened. “So we made it to our cabin, and he was about to lose it. Two witches came by and flattened the cabin and kidnapped Jason. We found him after one witch put a spell on him. She said she put him to sleep until she turns 18 because apparently they are mates and if he woke up before that, his wolf would leave him and they wouldn’t get to mate. THEN, we ran into Astra. Who can shape shift herself into anyone she feels like? Sarah managed to piss her off and right as we called the High Priestess to come do an emergency extraction, Astra shot Sarah with a bolt of lightning. We got back and apparently the electricity bottled up in Sa-” “Oh, shit.” Wyatt said, looking at the doo

"I know it's something very difficult for you Lea, but I know you know how to break that spell, I know you can do it." "it's a spell of infatuation, lycanthropes, when they are rejected by their moon, or when they are human in this case and they don't have the power to impregnate them by themselves, they simply resort to something stupid, they steal a belonging of the woman they want to bewitch and through their tribal wizards, which I imagine will be the wizards of the wolf pack, they make the woman be impregnated in them, just as it is happening to Sarah"

“If your sacrifice is accepted, then your wish to become human will be granted after three days, and like the former agreement, you will be reborn as your 200th descendant. And on your 18th birthday, you will become immortal once more. If it is not accepted, you will remain immortal, and you will be unable to offer another sacrifice until after a thousand years. Since you have done it well before, you shouldn’t have a problem doing it again. “But we will warn you for the last time, do not come here hoping that you can reverse any of your actions, it will not be granted and the agreement would not be changed. You may leave now; the fog will transport you back to the earth.” Suddenly, the fog

Scarlett’s POV Michael took a deep breath, his eyes holding a haunted intensity. "It all stems from a lineage deeply entwined with dark magic and an ancient pact," he began, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a heavy burden. "Long ago, Swiftclaw's ancestors made a pact with a malevolent entity, a dark God that granted them power beyond mortal understanding. They were werewolves, but not ordinary ones. They were bestowed with unnatural strength, speed, and a connection to the shadows themselves."

"Yes and no. Yes, that's who I'm referring to, but no, that's not his real name. His real name is Salacia Raith. He was the predecessor of Valerio Rossi, the original high vampire. I will get into more of that later though. For now, you just need to know that Salacia was the one that was intrigued by me." "Anyways, shortly after Salacia showed an interest in me, he tried to compel me to give him the answers to his questions. However, since I'm part vampire, it's far more difficult for one vampire to compel another. It's far easier for a vampire to compel a witch or a werewolf. Whereas only sire's have the ability to compel other vampires." "Since I'm not a changed vampire, and rather vampire

I didn’t even try to fight when she said goodbye to the boss, making an excuse that I had to pack. “What the hell?” I whispered to him while the boss looked for the check with the payment of the last days that I had worked for her. “I saw a witcher do it once,” he explained casually. “I had no idea how he did it, so I looked up some information about it. Turns out vampires have some hidden abilities. I can whisper in your mind what you should say, even though you could refuse. You accepted what I did, Juliet.” “You had no right …”

“It is using ancient werewolf relics and a witch who knows about a certain spell, but it’s excruciatingly painful for humans. Many would not survive the transformation.” “This is disturbing, Zax.” “Yes, it is.” “Well, I’ll ask around. Alpha Califf might know something.” “Thank you.” I paused. “And I wanna get in touch with the witch.” “Zarah?” “Yes.” “I’m sure you know how to contact her.” I chuckled. “I see. They still use a petition spell. Thank you, Knight.” I went back to my office. Just as I sat down, I heard a knock. Ivo walked in, slightly bowing his head. “My King.”

Why am I the only person who can help her? I felt confused. “Olivia, you need to share your life with Vivian.” He spat it out. I felt more confused and couldn’t understand what he meant. I tried looking at his eyes. He must be joking. “Damian?” “Conventional medicine won’t help Vivian. But there’s hope. They suggested to bind her life to another, a stronger she wolf with Witchcraft.” He said reaching for my hand with eyes full of hope. I pulled back. "Witchcraft Damian? You know anything involving life and witchcraft is extremely evil. We werewolves know better than anyone that we should be wary of witches."

Morgana, her eyes glowing with a magical intensity, added, "The witches stand ready to bolster our defenses. We've enchanted the perimeter with protective wards and established mystical barriers. Any vampire that dares to approach will face the full force of our combined powers." Alpha Jake acknowledged their efforts, "I appreciate the dedication and unity among us. Now, let's discuss strategies. Morgana, do you have any insights into the vampires' tactics or weaknesses that we can exploit?" Morgana, a wise and experienced leader, replied, "The vampires are cunning, and their leader, Simon Howell, is a formidable adversary. However, they are not immune to the elemental forces we can harness.

The circle of drugged humans hummed in unison, their voices a low, clashing hum. "It's starting," Vida shouted over the wind. She and the witches were already moving, forming a counter-circle near the entrance. "We have to break the link!" "Go," Mathias roared. He and Daxon didn't hesitate. They shifted mid-stride. It was ugly. The Siphon was already draining the surrounding environment's magic in the room, making the shift agonizing. I heard bones crack and reset wrong. I saw fur sprouting in patches. But they didn't stop. Two massive, malformed wolves barreled down the center aisle, claws scrabbling on the stone floor.