Witchcraft X Novels & Stories

The coven witches had been trying their best to finally conclude the last piece of the spell required for the ritual the minute Alpha Killian found the gifted one, Thea, but they were unable to. Valerie had no idea what exactly they were doing wrong. But for some reason, the coven of witches were still unable to complete the last piece of the spell. Even the best weavers in the coven couldn't make out the spell. Weavers were witches who had been specially gifted with the ability to create spells. Every witch was born with specific gifts. Some could foretell the future, like Amelie, others could create spells, some were channelers, and a lot more.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

I smiled and said… “Long time no see, Richard. I thought you died… remember the time when you said you couldn't live without me? ” He smiled and pulled me into the empty lot just near the gate, the truth is only a few are passing through this part of the university. Richard, one of my exes. I don't know how many, because he's not important. He is a famous member of Alpamabrascas, a brotherhood at the university taken care of by the board of regents ’so most of them are arrogant. This trash is a womanizer, and he thought I would be affected by his trashy toxic manner of collecting ladies. He just simplified the reason for me to be disgusted by him after three weeks. I remember him saying that

I simply nodded, my neck still hurting, looking at her. However, there is another story which you may not know… “One of Solomon’s first daughters, an extremely powerful and extremely beautiful witch settled in the Alps. She was going to create a new coven, coven of Slavic Witches. You see, Solomon wanted magic to be taught across the world. He believed and to this day, believes in our kind.. And theirs – the humans”.. I continued nodding, simply staring at her.. She looked as if she were in a different space and time, entranced, as if she was not present there. There was melancholy in her voice, and somehow I knew this story was very personal to her.

“And that would be? I have helped you this far but only because I know that power can belong to me and only me.” I heard a very angry Beta Francis say, that ass hole was helping my mom all this damn time. “Yes, yes you will, but we need that wolf, she is a unique wolf that will get me the one I need, the moment I catch her I will use her to summon the goddess herself to trap her in that wolf, then I will kill those two switching wolves of silver and gold to not only switch her soul to mine but to kill her conscience within my body with the dagger made from the swapping wolves bones, never allowing the powers of that damn goddess to leave, it’s the perfect plan.”

It was her father calling. With that, she put on a jacket and hurried out of the dormitory. It was clear she was hiding from me and wanted to avoid a conversation. I sat still for a long time before returning to bed and texted Job. [How am I supposed to verify who swapped their destiny with mine?] He replied, [The person will be carrying something that belongs to you at all times. [The moment the act is done, their fortune will immediately change for the better. Their life will be transformed.]

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

Hearing her scream my name, feeling her walls greedily milking my cock, watching her head throw back—all of it right before she exploded into another wave of blinding pleasure—made the monster inside me laugh again. My dark, triumphant laughter filled our bedroom as my little swan completely broke apart underneath me, beautifully ruined.

After several hours of research, I came across the words ‘witchcraft.’ There wasn’t a lot available online but after looking through all available websites, I found it quite easy to learn how to counter any of the witch’s spells in addition to knowing where to find books, journals, and other things related to them. However, that only meant that I could only know so much in order to avoid becoming caught up in all those horrible events. Still, that was better than being completely ignorant, which is probably why these articles weren’t too informative at first. One paragraph in particular hit home though and made me realize exactly what I am dealing with. In it, there is a section titled, ‘Th

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.