Witchcraft X Novels & Stories

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

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.”

she whispered, voice trembling with raw vulnerability. Relief washed through me — but tempered by a deep wariness. Forgiveness was a beginning, not an end. Lucas exhaled slowly. “It’s the mercy none of us would have expected but all deserve.” Xavier’s eyes searched mine, heavy with emotion. I nodded, silently asking him to trust this path. The witches began a new chant — softer now, filled with healing and binding magic. The Moonstone’s glow wrapped around Sophia like a cloak of light and shadow intertwined.

I was a witch, and I had a sacred staff to retrieve. I took a deep breath and stepped into the territory, preparing myself for whatever might come. As I ventured deeper into the werewolf territory, I heard a low growl coming from the shadows. I froze, my blood running cold. "Who dares to trespass on our lands?" came a deep, rumbling voice from the darkness. I took a deep breath and steeled my nerves. "I am Xenia, a witch of the Red Willow coven. I come bearing a message from Nadia, the High Priestess of Black Magic."

The sight of them making me want to look away but I can’t move an inch from my spot nor peel my eyes off them. As soon as she stops sobbing Brock steps back, giving way for Syria. “So if this crystal is used for a hallucination spell, we can use this to track where the magic is coming from?” Brock asks, looking at Syria who nods. “I think I know who’s behind this,” she says looking at the crystals now shattered on the floor. “A witch who goes by the name Sevika,”

Her slender fingers grasping it even more tightly, the Witch made a motion as if stabbing herself with the thin rod into the back of her shoulder. In obvious agony and shaking violently from the pain, Chiri fell to her knees shortly afterward. Preserving in carrying out the entirety of this brutal ritual, she pressed it into her skin until the wand crumbled way in her hands. Leaving a deep aggravated burn etched onto her left shoulder. The mark was one Allen had seen before; it was in the shape of an ‘X’. Arrows and circles surrounding the intersected lines, they resembled two crossed arrows.

Sasha listens attentively, her brow furrowing in thought. “I see. This is indeed perplexing. But don't worry; we'll get to the bottom of it. Now, Kylie, I require a few personal items from you for a ritual,” Sasha says, nodding with confidence. I comply, trusting Sasha's abilities to uncover the truth. After providing the items, Sasha begins the ritual, her incantations filling the room with a mystical energy. The atmosphere becomes charged, and I exchange glances with Frederick, who remains supportive.

Social status didn't really matter to Lucas, so he didn't look awkward sitting next to Rafaela. Rafaela nodded. "Yes, that's right, prince. That is me. Sorry in advance if I acted rashly. I have no other choice because of seeing you cornered. Let me introduce myself, I am Rafaela Swan. I am a tier two witch and a master at the Andromeda school, a water element witch."

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.