Witches Spellbook Novels & Stories

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

It was what Candice had asked for earlier and she directly went to her room. She took the black book out and examined the words on the page on how to exchange a soul. She carefully read all the words written on it. She's still short on the ingredients. She scrolled the page and found an interesting spell. A spell for creating a shadow. She raise her palm and uttered the words on the book in witches' language. A small light came out from her palm.

Wendy informed. “I'm not afraid of death.” Hayley affirmed. The three witches cut their palms with daggers before they commenced the chant, they had learned the right spell from the book of the unbinding. Their blood that was dripping on the ground moved towards the oak tree. Amadeus stood close to the oak tree with the firestone which was glittering, he shut his eyes and reopened them then his eyes flashed red and the firestone dazzled more than the first time. Their blood crept up the tree meandering against each other before the firestone eluded Amadeus's grasp and got pulled to the tree. Amadeus went after it, his grasp caught the firestone again. The oak tree glowed while it opened.

“There is no doubt about it. There is an easy method we use to seal the ability for a few days. Of course, the medicine just messes with our body’s energy system so for you, it must have been the work of a witch.” “But can’t a witch’s spell be smelled?” “Who lied to you?” Huh? “No, it’s not the case. A spell is a spell. We only smell a witch if she’s been around. They have unique smells. Now, what I want you to so is to read that book and understand it. This is your first task.” I looked at it and sighed. I hated reading or studying. I’ve been in it for far too long that it became annoying. “Alright!” I picked the book and opened it. “I take it this book is unique and only exists here.”

Like the book knew me. I pushed that thought aside and turned the first few pages. Most of the entries were familiar types of magic—herbal mixtures, minor warding spells, protection charms, and potion recipes. The kind of practical witchcraft that most mages learned during their years at Rosewood. But I wasn’t looking for those. I flipped slowly through the pages, searching for anything that felt even remotely familiar. Anything that might explain the wings. Or the blood. It took several minutes before I found something.

All of a sudden, curiosity hit me on what I will look like when I trigger my werewolf curse, that is of course if I haven't triggered it these past weeks. Our boots made gnawing cacophonies in the woods as we followed the lead of Suzy. She snapped her fingers and fire in form of a torch appeared so she became our illuminator. I tried performing the same action but got nothing. There might probably be some spells I needed to recite to achieve that. It is not just some tricks, after all, it is magic. "You know we don't actually have a strategy on how to capture our foe yet?" I jumped over a huge branch of a tree that lay on our pathway and fireflies flew in groups and followed me.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Amiria thought it was a reasonable amount of time, considering that only one witch had cast it. Tomorrow, she wanted to have Pania cast the spell, and she would combine her power instead. Amiria thought seeing if another witch could cast the spell was essential. "Isn't it a spell you cast from a book?" I asked. "I don't know much about witch magic, but I thought incantations were something from a book." "We can cast spells from a book if they have already been created. There was one like this, but I would have had to have given you an amulet to hide your scent from Wolf-Shifters. I tried something new, and it seemed to work."

When I woke up, I was in an underground cell chained with silver, there was no means of escaping. I really wanted to see the face of my kidnapper. Who would dare attack an Alpha werewolf? I tried escaping from the chains, but they would not bulge and I was getting weaker and weaker. It was at that moment that I prayed for a miracle from the Moon Goddess if she would listen to my prayers. It wasn't long before the door rattled, and I was hopeful that it was someone who would rescue me. I thought wrong. It was my mate's Father, the leader of the witches coven. I was surprised to see he was behind my kidnapping.

“I’ll try not to let that happen, my oh so brave friend.” She focused her mind on her pack and brought it floating over to her. Reaching inside, she pulled out the thick, leather-bound spell book Dominic had given her. She opened the book to a spot about halfway in. She had learned that it didn’t really matter where she opened the thing—it always seemed to know what she wanted and routinely showed her whatever she was looking for. When she wasn’t looking for anything in particular, the book seemed to open to what it wanted for her.