Witches Poems Spells Novels & Stories

We stopped in front of a particularly large shelf and he leaned against a nearby desk, his muscles flexing under his shirt. “There are some spells that all witches can do and then there are the spells that a witch can create themselves depending on their level of power.” he strides towards me all broad shoulder and muscle before he leans against one of the desks. “What I need to find out is if Odette created the spell or if it already exists. If it is written in these pages,” he surveyed the room, his hand gesturing to the countless books. “The anti spell will be written here.” I nod my shoulders dropping as I look at the thousand of books, thinking where on earth would we start as I imagine

“When will you bring Darin to me? Is it possible to really possible to raise someone from the dead?” Roman said. “Nothing is impossible. All I need is the right spell, I’m waiting for the book to come to me.” West lied. He was stalling because he was still trying to locate Peter. There was no way he could do a locator spell because he had never seen Peter nor did he possess any of his belongings. “What book?” Roman said. “Oh, it’s a book of spells, mostly ancient spells. It goes to each witch in the city, it stays for a certain period and then goes to another. Witches should stay in colonies to reduce the duration of the cycle.” West explained.

One move and it will be the end of them all. “Damn! Everyone! Don't move!” King Warrick commands while clenching his jaw in anger. “Witches! Let's remove the spell!” King Vladimir shouted, and all witches started chanting a spell. The entire forest filled with screams when all the blades and arrows flew in every direction. Witches are dumbfounded because the spell is so strong to break. Some warriors tried to dodge the flying blades and arrows, but they couldn't stop it from bruising them.

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

Wren held on to her brothers, and she could feel that the witches were sensing something to be wrong. They immediately started to chant their own spells that were going to be harmful to them. Wren knew it was going to kill them if they stayed any longer there so she told Daisy to be faster in her spells. And right when the spell started to winnow them away back to the palace, the magic of the witches had worked and instead of killing them all, it seeped into one of them. Their eyes were closed for a blink and the next time it opened, they were on the palace grounds.

"Alright, witches, our duty is to safeguard this child from prying eyes. No one must discern her true identity or sense her powers until the appointed time. Join me in the chant for the glamour spell: 'Quidquid requiritur fiat.'" The incantation echoed relentlessly, voices uniting as they repeated the incantation. "Quidquid requiritur fiat, quidquid requiritur fiat!" they chanted in unison, huddled around a tiny infant, and this memory manifested as a shadowy recollection. "Now, hearken, ancient Gods, this child's abilities must remain concealed from all. Witches, repeat after me," declared the leader, her long white hair flowing as she raised her arms towards the heavens.

- the words that come out of the witch's mouth seem to have an echo, reverberating around us. — With blood and fire I Thee send ...With blood and fire I Thee send ... —To the place where you belong… Where you belong... — Hoping that my future bends ... I see shooting stars fall, they descend like raging balls of fire. The world convulses, the walls of the Villa seem to close in on us, thunder, lightning and sparks rain down, the witch and my lord writhe in pain as the fire is replaced by a blinding red glow. — Se agapó mikrí mou mágissa . – I hear my lord whisper and my vision blurs.

The room filled with the faint scent of herbs, the air thickening as her magic took hold. Arthur’s body convulsed, his breathing becoming ragged as the dark tendrils seemed to writhe under his skin, fighting against the purifying magic. The other witches joined in, their voices harmonizing in an ancient, haunting melody that echoed through the den. Gradually, the dark veins receded, the poison retreating under the witches’ influence. Arthur’s breathing grew steadier, his face relaxing as the darkness lifted. The room fell silent, the energy dissipating as the spell ended.

Jared shouts into the air, his eyes bleeding at me with such glaring stares that it frightens not even a strand of my hair. “You think you’re the only one who can poison? The funny thing you didn’t realize is that witches have more knowledge of the right poison to do the job than a werewolf like yourself.” My lips spread into a smile for a second before I go back into a serious mode and take a few steps back. I spread my hands into the air, making sure that the back of my hand faces me while I conjure the strength within me. Jared crackles up a snicker, calling my attention back. “You can’t reverse the spell, stupid girl! It was made out of concoctions cursed by witches from the old religion

“It's almost always used for natural things, like trees and rocks and stuff. But it's worth giving a try.” “Please do,” Haden says, and we both step away from the vehicle. The witches talk amongst themselves as Kiran and Leita share the spell with the female witches, and then they all utter the spell together. Sparks of various colors fly from their collective hands which rest on the battery. “Please work, please work, please work,” I hear Haden praying next to me, and I join him chanting the words in my mind. We watch the whole thing with anticipation as the witches get louder in their chanting. The battery glows under their hands, and for a second, I'm afraid that the whole thing will blow