Witches Bible Book Novels & Stories

She closes the book then opens the cover to reveal the columns of names. ‘Yes. A witch’s book of shadows, or Grimoire, is akin to their bible. In the past the humans would record their family tree in their family bible. However that religion is new compared to your rich heritage and the list of names fits the page easier than a tree would. Of course the list would only contain the names of your magical ancestors.’ I listen in rapt silence as my beast confirms Rose’s assumption.

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.”

he asks, his voice filled with both hope and concern. "That's a possibility. Yeah," I breathe. For her and Adam's sake, I hope she's not. "Witches had kingdoms of their own, before they started regrouping into covens," I say, skimming through one of the pages. "Yes? And that matters to Tammy how?" "It doesn't. I just thought you'd find it interesting to know," I respond. "Well, it wasn't. And I'm pretty sure everyone here knows that." I turn through the book about werewolves and witches, then stop, the title in a particular chapter catching my attention.

The screaming starts. We do not find out much. The witches that are attacking are not part of a particular coven. They are almost like rogues traveling alone or in small groups. Someone just shows up and gives them their assignment. Hester did not know who this person was nor did she see their face. The woman just shows up gives them information on where to go and what spell to use.

Berilla gasped in realization, “So this is why she broke an oath on life after death!” The witch chanted, her voice doubled and echoed. Several things swung around in the heavy wind. The book was divided into three copies and landed in front of the leaders. Both witches' eyes widened in understanding. Then it must mean all of them had these books, as one book was with the witches, one will be with the beasts, and one in the Other World with demons. The witch kept her chants going and currents in the air grew fiercer. A whirlpool was born but the people in the room seemed unbothered.

“Let’s try this one. It looks like it might cover witches.” “Alright,” Anna said, and together they opened the book. Inside were entries on hundreds of mystical beings. Some were described in detail—werewolves, dragons, vampires, faes, mages—and others only briefly mentioned. Each creature had a page or two, detailing their origins, abilities, and myths surrounding them. Finally, they reached a section labeled Witches. Rhea’s hands trembled slightly as she turned the page. Her heart was beating fast, her breath caught in her throat. Part of her was terrified of what she might learn—but the other part was desperate to finally know the truth.

I started to wonder if some curse or divination had been cast on our bloodline and landed on Max. "The damning evidence," my father continued. "Was that two of the women and one of the men were in possession of Malleus Maleficarum, 'The Witches' Hammer'... It's a book on witchcraft which speaks about sexual encounters with demons... How to make things go wrong in the lives of young women... Lure them into the covens, etcetera, etcetera."

I say. “With the help of witches. If you look at these pages there are spells writhen in a foreign language.” “Witches? Seriously?” Kristy says with disbelief. “Yes, witches. This book isn’t just any kind of book it’s a grimoire. Kind of like a diary where witches write their spells and stuff.”

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

Michael was surprised when he shouldn't be, knowing how great and powerful this women was in her days was. From the corner of his eyes caught the books on the golden tribe which surprised him once again. Blowing on the candle Michael followed closely followed behind the woman who slowly made her way towards the large bookshelf. Pulling a couple of books she took them to the table and blew on them to remove the dust layer covering the book. The book was about Witches and the types of magic they practised but it was all in the ancient language that was once used by elder Witches to refrain others from misusing the information against Witches.