Witchcraft X Novels & Stories

It also feels like the gentleness and kindness of the sprites has worn off on the coven, keeping them grounded and focused on positive magic. “How many turquoise lights are in the castle and forest now?” Rich asks, smirking at my brother’s long-term infatuation with Daphne. “At last count, I found 104,” Xander says pulling out a chair for me to sit. “Not only that,” I say, rubbing the cramp in my stomach. “But apparently, witches and warlocks are very attractive to the sprites. There’s always a lot of chatter about how big and warm they are, especially if they are doing their magic and creating any sort of light.”

The witch's fall through the portal slowed and I heard panicked grunts from behind me only for me to look back and see that the vines she had used to hold Astrid were also around Alpha Jaxon and Xavier. Oh no. She was going to use them as handrails to keep herself on this side of the border. I saw Alpha Jaxon's face tighten and I knew at once that he was planning to do something crazy. He held the black sword the witch had given me and with a swipe, he severed Astrid's vines from the witch. Now all he had to do was cut himself free as well and— Alpha Jaxon and Xavier locked gazes and then began to race towards the portal, Alpha Jaxon simultaneously cutting off all of the witch's pseudo arms

His curly hair brushed her neck as Ken sniffed aloud. "This one is very young." "Her family didn't want her." The traffickers explained, rubbing salt to Ariana wounded heart. "Thought so. " Neol said before stepping back. "Okay. The auction would start after another half an hour. Bring them carefully especially the virgins. Sorcerer like virgins for their sacrifices. " Ariana's heart sunk in cold water. It seemed the sacrifice that Ghost Aurby said was for the sorcerers. Although she couldn't understand most of the terms they used. Her probability of being buy by the sorcerers must be high according to them.

What I mean is, you might be good with fire and moving things with your mind. But there are people out there who are immune to your witchery. They have had spells cast on them to prevent any sort of witchery affecting them. Jax was a dangerous man, a rogue at that who's to say he didn't have such immunity? 'Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Tamara?' The Alpha asked. 'No, I'm sorry I don't. ' I replied kindly. 'Had Jax smelt you before you had seen him, trust me things would have been very different. Your gift to cloak your scent helped you. ' I didn't want to imagine being ambushed by that dead man.

Along with her parents who I would be happy to resurrect. Sardonyx waved her hands, freeing the pastor from his shackles. Just keep this in mind. If you reneged on our agreement or try to sabotage the ritual in anyway, I’ll make sure that Morgan never live to see her birthday. I understand. I’ll do as you say. Once a warlock, always a warlock. The vampwolf witch snapped her fingers and in the blink of an eye, the pastor found himself in his church with his congregation cheering him on as if nothing had happened.

Roger and Clarke said in unison. “News flash, I am not myself right now,” Miranda gestured, using her thumb to point at herself. Her body was a virgin, but the one she was stuck in was not. “Pure in this case doesn't mean a virgin status,” Lazarus scratched his head. “Why are you scratching your head? That makes me even more worried,” Nigel complained. “Well, the goddess Hecate wrote this book —” He hesitated. “Who's that?” Roger asked. “She's the goddess of witchcraft,” Miranda spoke up. “I read about her in the Vanderwolf's library. She is responsible for creating witchcraft. She is who the witches praise.”

Jackob said, a smug look on his face. The look the trio were giving me was something that states things won't be as easy as I'd thought. “White witch? Do you mean Mahatma?” I queried. “Yes, and she's crazy. There is no way we can go in with all the spells she cast around her hut. This is a dead end, I'm sorry Tiffany,” Axel apologized, but I'm not ready to give up. I really don't understand why Mahatma would hold Denali hostage. “I Could help. I might be able to break through her barrier,” I suggested, now all eyes were focused on Axel.

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.