Witchcraft Writing Novels & Stories

“I thought that this type of magic had been forgotten.” “Says the witch, who controls the shadows.” I offered her a smile. “Ha, yeah, I sometimes forget I also have a more unique talent than others.” That was an understatement. “So, do you think writing in blood was common for the practice?” “No, the witch who wrote this section switches to a more traditional ink. That’s not what I wanted to show you, though.” “Oh?”

“Right! From your explanation ma’am, you said that in small science we stretch the boundaries of hidden laws of life, and try to manipulate nature. I believe that is witchcraft. Yes, the right word to describe it is witchcraft.” I voiced out my thoughts and the whole classroom fell into deep fits of murmurs. “And what makes you think that it is witchcraft?” Her arms were folded in front of her as she stared at me with the most intense gaze ever. “Science refers to the systematic enterprise that builds knowledge in the form of explanations and predictions of the universe, by providing evidence to all the practices. While witchcraft means manipulating nature to achieve something. Just like mag

I closed my eyes as I stepped out and stood in front of the large gates, a tear slipped out of my eyes as memories flooded through my mind. James wrapped his arms around me and warmth flooded through my body relaxing every nerve present, a few more tears slipped my eyes and then I finally opened them. I moved ahead and the gates opened as usual. The gates were protected by magic, they could only open if a witch or a wizard was approaching it. It was to protect the people and the world to separate it from the rest of the human universe. It was a beautiful world above the clouds.

With forbidden knowledge. It was almost indecently thrilling. I pulled the nearest volume toward me and opened it. The pages were brittle, edges browned with age. The script was cramped but surprisingly elegant, some sections in fading ink, others in more recent, sharper strokes where later scribes had added notes. I scanned headings. “Pact of the Seven Rivers—Alpha Thorne of Redclaw and the Water‑Binder Witches.” “Blood Price of the Crescent War.” “On the Folly of Binding Wolves to Moon Sorcerers.”

Sort of amused at how much I can offend one sour woman with merely being quiet. I hate the showiness of this place, as though it’s a commercial tourist spot. Witchcraft is a hidden craft, it’s to be kept sacred and secret from the mortals to protect those of us who are left. Obvious shows have fuelled a whole line of human wannabes practising dark arts they have no right meddling with and only draw attention. The mess of spells gone awry in the past hundred years is proof they shouldn’t meddle where they have no right.

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.

Asked Patricia. Inara answered, "a conjuring spell." Patricia closed the large brown book and brought out a pack of small tablets, "a conjuring spell, and every other spell, can be woven with different methods, it doesn't necessarily have to be an ekphrastic weave, it could be an ode; it just depends on the level of connection you have and are prepared to give. And now," she said, selecting a small tablet from the pack. "We have the rune weave, the clearest form of weaving." She smiled, "which is why it involves no word at all, this weave is as literal as weaving can get. Rune weaves aren't written on a sheet of paper or a scroll, they're woven into the tablets with special threads and mater

The connection between them was the problem and I had never once targeted the connection directly. Witchcraft. Real witchcraft, not the witch coven compounds that Lyra had been playing with, not the binding spell theatrics from the testing stone night, but the older kind that the outer territories still practiced and that I had grown up watching my father use when he needed something done that conventional means could not accomplish. The kind that reached into the bond itself and corrupted it from the inside. The kind that did not break the connection but turned it, made it feel wrong instead of right, made Kael's wolf associate Sera's presence with something that repelled rather than pulled

she hissed, and the loom unleashed a wave of crimson energy that knocked Jessica to her knees. The hollowness threatened to swallow her, but Kade’s roar, Selene’s light, Lucas’s defiance, and Bryan’s quiet strength pulled her back. She stood, her spark flaring one last time, and poured it into the loom, not to destroy but to rewrite. The crimson threads burned gold, and the nexus shook, its chaotic constellations realigning into the wolf and witch. Arachne screamed, her form flickering as the loom collapsed, its threads unraveling. “This is not the end!” she spat, her crimson eyes blazing. “The true weaver will rise again!”

“That whole warehouse was something else. That room with all the bodies laid out like a morgue… And that warlock and his two women… creepy.” “A magical mishap,” Sigrid told him. “They happen. With surprising frequency. Some witches and warlocks are truly irresponsible with their magics, and I say that as someone who frequently dabbles myself. Over the centuries, I have seen some f-k ups that would give you nightmares.” “Is it polite to ask…” Dan hesitated.