Witches Poems Spells Novels & Stories

I chanted fiercely with her hands stretched out, I needed this spell to work flawlessly my child’s life depended on it, at first it seemed like the effort I was putting in was not enough, with tears in my eyes, I tried to concentrate, I knew this was the only way, the wind blew across the woods intensely carrying dead leaves from trees and tree branches, the wind blew in a circular like motion, once again my eyes changed colors from blue to gold but this time it lasted a while longer, the basket began to float on water like a well constructed canon but with super engines as it swiftly went out sight in less than no time, this spell weakened me so much I fell to her knees weakened by the spel

I shouted, choking on my birthday cake. My quite peaceful and normal life ended the second my Grandma dropped that bomb on me without a warming. “Every female in our family becomes a witch when she reaches sixteen. Now, you can cast your own love spell, and your power will only grow with every year,” she explained, casually. “Love spells?! Does it mean that what you've been doing all your life… was real?! The herbs, candles, potions, spells… that is all real?!” I screamed frantically. “Yes… From now on, your wishes and words might become real… So, be careful what you wish for, literally,” she grinned, wickedly.

She was to find a white dove and perform a ritual that entailed slaughtering the dove whilst chanting the following spell: Father of darkness Hear my plea Grant the words I pray to thee Attack the witch Of which I speak Make her powers Mute or weak Let her powers Never grow Let them dwindle And never show Bind her strength And bind her might This is the prayer I pray tonight Emerald shivered as she read the spell. It gave her hope but somehow filled her with dread at the same time. Could she really do this to Leah or would the Goddess send this back to her threefold?

"The Grimoire of Imogene Greenreaver. Only those in my line shall read the words upon these pages. So mote it be." A shiver ran through Saffron as she read her grandmother's words. She turned the pages and found that this was indeed a book of spells, not just one of traditional remedies. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the spells. A tingle ran through her fingers as she read one for casting light in the darkness. Confused she looked at her hands. They seemed to glow slightly. She flexed her fingers experimentally. A spark of light shot from them.

And the witches stood up, placing the jar aside and sat on the bare floor, forming a circle around the altar they had just created. The witches nodded before locking palms with each other and started to mutter a spell "miertr inri arieitereas" they said in unison, they muttered the words repeatedly and the candle lights shone brighter. The atmosphere turned gloom and dense. And then, the blood slowly started to move, thereby dissolving the five pointed star and forming into a straight line.

does nothing. The witch stares at him in shock, her mouth falling open. "That's impossible," she breathes. "That won't work," Dominicus says expressionlessly, as if discussing the weather. She refuses to believe it. Again and again, she hurls different spells at him—I don’t know what each spell is supposed to do but I’m sure they must be lethal. Each spell strikes him, sinks into his body and does nothing- like a stone thrown into a pond. It sinks and vanishes.

I looked away from his intense staring. “You hear him. Don't do anything stupid.” I warned my friend who pretended to zip his mouth and throwed the keys away. ‘‘When shall we three again? In thunder,lightning or in rain? When the hurly bury’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.’ “These lines are spoken by the first witch and the second witch when they were weaving a spell to lure Macbeth. So,according to these lines what do you think the main themes would be?” Mr Young continued, looking around the class.

They looked surprised when they noticed the scene before them. Without hesitation, they raised their hands and started to cast spells. In that moment, a deep well of power within me stirred. Without fully understanding how or why, I raised my hands and focused on the swirling energies around me. A surge of energy coursed through me. And then, with a sudden burst of intensity, I cast an air spell towards the group of witches. The force of the spell hit them like a hurricane, knocking them off their feet and sending them crashing to the ground. I watched in surprise as they struggled to regain their footing.

The once vibrant and lush herbs that adorned the landscape were instantly consumed by the fiery inferno, reduced to nothing more than a hauntingly beautiful pile of smouldering ashes. The air crackled with an otherworldly intensity as the energy dissipated, leaving behind a solemn reminder of the sheer force that had just been unleashed. As the clock struck midnight, the witches, with their keen senses, detected Keira's presence amidst the darkness. Their eyes glowed with an eerie intensity as they focused their collective power, ready to unleash a torrent of spells and hexes upon her. The air crackled with anticipation as the witches prepared to launch their relentless assault, determined t

Second Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble, ALL Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf, Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark. Root of hemlock digg 'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: