Witches Poems Spells Novels & Stories

“You stop it.” Silence. A small, disbelieving laugh escapes me. “That’s not funny.” “No one is joking,” Aiden says. Tyson’s voice drops, quieter now. “You don’t just stop it… you turn it.” My breath catches. “You say what?” “You send the spell back,” he continues. “Every last bit of it.” I stare at him. “That’s impossible…” “Three witches casted that spell,” Aiden says softly. “All of them are dead.”

Spells of twisting, shadowy energy were sent flying toward us. I didn’t flinch. Moonlight surged through me, bright and pure. With nothing more than a pulse of my Goddess-given power, I shattered every spell mid-air. The dark magic dissolved into harmless sparks that scattered like dying fireflies. The witch stumbled, her eyes widening in terror as my lunar glow intensified, bathing the foggy clearing in silvery light.

Slowly, Thea's magic wove a bridge between the physical world and the ethereal realm. As the incantation reached its crescendo, the room was filled with a haunting chorus of distant cries. The anguished voices of Faith and Kendrick's children echoed through the air, their desperation and fear resonating in every corner of the room. Thea's power drew upon their emotions, their connection, to fuel her spell.

The grand chandelier that once dazzled the room with opulence now hung cracked and flickering, casting fractured light across the battlefield that had once been a ballroom. Wolves stalked between toppled tables and shattered glass, their eyes glowing in the dim light. Their fur—black, silver, russet—was streaked with blood, claws dripping with violence. Snarls rumbled from deep within their throats. The witches, dressed in black and crimson robes, floated above the floor, their feet barely touching the marble. Their eyes shimmered with cruel amusement, their fingers wreathed in dark smoke. Some laughed softly as they cast spells, weaving magic like silk through the air—binding, blinding, bre

I’ll keep looking. I glance at another book. The cover reads Spells and Hexes. I run my fingers along with the words and read out loud. ‘Casting spells or cursing ill-fortune on another comes with the cost of one’s own curse. Only spells that mean well will have no negative effect on the caster. Please proceed with caution.’ ‘What does that mean?’ Pipsqueak asks. I shrug my shoulders and continue to read the book. ’Spells and hexes can be cast through many sources. Witches are the most popular known to cast spells and hexes. Spells cast in a group with their coven are longer lasting and harder to break. Arcane Mages work the same way as witches.

But if cruelty was what it took to save Elara, then so be it. Theo leaned against a tree, watching us with a calculating gaze. “You two done plotting?” he called out. “Why don’t you tell us about these traps?” I said, ignoring his jab. Theo shrugged. “The witches use spells to mask their territory. Step in the wrong place, and you’ll find yourself caught in an illusion—or worse.” “Worse?” Sabrina asked, her tone laced with skepticism. “Let’s just say not all their traps are meant to be survived,” Theo said.

his voice in sorrow when he notice for the first time the Witches at the deepest hole bellow utteted a Majestic Spell that just add insult to the injury of the world. He sighed the defeat away, the Eternal Life just vanished to who-knows-where, so everything's in chaos, but never so if one would have thought the life of the world and the innocent that they may wipe out along the process. But this Witches do such that, they murmured the Spell that so ancient that no one will able to counterattack.

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 recognized her instantly as Agatha, a witch who had visited the mansion on numerous occasions, her purpose clear – she desired the potent blood of Cassius, a elixir with the power to cure almost any ailment. Cassius addressed her, "Cast the spell, and I shall give you what you want." As Agatha began her incantation, her voice echoed throughout the mansion. The magic within her words resonated deeply, filling the room with energy. As the final syllables left her lips, she declared, "It is done."

Shaking her head, Lexi said, “I don’t know except… oh. Here we go. It’s at the bottom of the page right here. It says, ‘Some people who claim to be witches are able to protect themselves from these deadly elements, such as wolfsbane and silver dagger’s claw by the use of a particular spell that they cast before being attacked by their enemies. Though the spell will only last the span of two to three hours, it is said to be quite effective.” “Does it have the spell listed?” Everly asked. Lexi nodded. “Yes, it does, but I’m not going to read it aloud. That could be dangerous.” One of the other women read it to herself over Lexi’s shoulder. “Wow, that seems pretty powerful. I could see that tha