Witches Poems Spells Novels & Stories

the queen was fast to say. The witches looked at each other. They all had their reservations, but could say nothing to her. The Neptune spell was something that, when done, needed no other spell's interference. It was a focus spell with very specific rules, but Marla was ready to break those rules to achieve her goals.

He bobbed his head in affirmation at my trembling words. The witches interlaced their talisman around their wrist and gripped their arms as they chanted helplessly, drawing from the old ancestral power that tethered them to their magic. I healed from the blade injury, and my blood that had spilled on the floor rose in sync with the words that escaped their lips. A rogue wind blew through the open windows, sending the purple curtains into the air and extinguishing the candles’ flames. My eyes stilled in the void as I could feel the tremendous amount of power flowing through the room. The candle lights soon regained their golden glow as the witches didn't relent on the spell, growing longer at

Light and dark mixed and worked in perfect harmony. The feeling of channeling them is so surreal I almost burst out crying. My emotions are all over. ‘Clever little witches, they want to help their Mama’ Nimue says, the look of pure pride on her face. Me, I have no idea how to feel as we both continue to chant the words to the spell. With an almighty blast of energy the spell is done and Nimue and my shadows are gone leaving me feeling weak and confused.

All of them, gone overnight, because a witch wasn't sure which life to take! "But the witch wasn't there. It was just her spell that came." Kitty said slowly, her thoughts were again on the riddle. There had been so much mystery around her life lately that she was desperate to garb some sort of clue that makes sense. "Yes, and there is one more clue, given by Signo the Imprimerer" Iapetus nodded, "The Vita Collybus spell, it exchanges only the imprint of a soul, not real life. It's what they witches identify one another with. Meaning, the blue witch just exchanged her imprint with the couple, well, the wife, to be precise, to hide her identity, highly likely from the owner of the red spell."

This time Gail dodged the spell he threw at her. ‘I understand, but there’s too many of them. At the very least, try. What do we have to lose?’ Joel demanded, biting down on the arm of a witch that was in the middle of casting a spell. Gail smacked another witch with her bat, hating that he was right. They wouldn’t last long like this. With a quick prayer, she called forth the magic again. Just like before, the magic surged through her and the words came to her like instinct. “Her light spreads alike over sea and field; hear her call to you, beguiled she has checked your course!”

Gecko releases me and stands beside Corvu. “Oh come on.” Jade groans, “Don’t tell me you hired these clowns to prank me. Am I on a show of some kind? Is that what this is? Are these things even real-” As she pulls on Gecko’s ear he yelps and she lets go almost immediately. Now she was stunned into silence. “How are you both here?” I ask. This time, Corvu responds, “Well, it took awhile for the word about Witches to circulate, then we had to go find one that was strong enough to send us here.”

The wind picked up, swirling around us in a frenzied dance, carrying the whispers of magic through the night. With each word that escaped my lips, I felt a surge of power building within me, a raw force that demanded release. The connection to the mystical energies of the world hummed through me, guiding my intentions and shaping the spell to perfection. I focused all my will and intent on channeling this power to my fellow witches, infusing them with the strength they needed to face the lycan threat.

Ballistic one of the dark witches said to them. "Let me see," the dark witches' leader said to them and put the finger in the pond water. "I think, the shadow witches are inside this pond," she said and got away from the pond and murmured a spell, all the water inside the pond dried up and a door appeared inside the pond. They open the door and walk downstairs with a fireball in their hands so that they can see in the darkness.

“What do you want?” “I wanted to show you this.” Half a minute passed. Maddox spoke, “What is it?” “A poem. I think. Or maybe it is a song. Open it,” Aidan said. “Perhaps it means nothing.” “If you found it in the witch’s pocket, then it means something. I’ve never known one to carry poems around. They’re usually chants, spells, or something else. For witches, words are power and spoken exactly right. Anything can happen.” The sound of paper unfolding came next.

Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes as I began chanting some spells under my breath with my hand stretched out In the air. "Spirits of the cursed, spirits of the night, Grant me the book of forbidden might. Pages of venom, ink of wrath, written pages of spells, Come forth from the witches’ dark path and blossom in thy palm." I chanted softly and then I felt my hand grow heavy.