THIS IS MY SPELL BOOK. When I first became a Wiccan I found that I had to do massive amounts of research to find the spells and incantations that I was looking for. Good spell books cost massive amounts of money and some aren’t suitable for beginners. So I decided to put together a book that had a collection of wiccan spells that I use to help with everyday life.

Daily wiccan prayers

Alisa sealed her eyes shut, in a desperate attempt to hide herself as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. She wanted to scream, she ached for her mother, she wanted her brother to hold her in his arms. A large cold hand bound in a fingerless glove veiled her mouth, keeping her quiescent while the other hugged her tight and hushed her. She released a inaudible whimper and trembled. Poor little Alisa didn't understand. She couldn't apprehend why those men on the other side of the tree wanted her dead. She knew they were bad people, but didn't know why. Her young and fallacious mind paralyzed her from straight thinking. Nikolai cringed as the voices got more blatant as they walked by the trail. They were searching. He hated constraining Alisa, she was so afraid, but if he didn't, they would surely hear her silent screams. The sky was crepuscular and only the soft moonlight illuminated the woods. If there wasn't such a high risk of death, one would stand outside in awe at such a beautiful night. "It will be okay Alisa.." he whispered just loud enough for her to hear. He couldn't let anything happen to her. She was all he had left. And sadly, it applied in reverse. The German voices grew louder as they neared the section of the trail where they were hid. It was snowing and Alisa shivered in Nikolai's arms. Nikolai's heart raced and his hand moved from being wrapped around Alisa to his holster at his side, pulling out a his black pistol. He gripped it tightly and held it close to him and took a deep breath. The voices got louder and lights shone around the area. Nikolai's mind raced for their next move. He couldn't surrender to them, he had seen what these men had done back at the village, he would surely be killed on the spot, and if those men had enough of the devil in them, only God knows the horrific things they might do to Alisa.

A detective story.