Feed emotion through your screen. The Emoji Spell channels power through symbols, turning your device into a vessel of intent.

Your phone hums with power. Feed it. Shape it. Let the current of the Machine serve your majick.

A witch’s thoughts on the energy that hums through our screens — how we feed it, how it feeds us.

I buried soul cakes for the dead and somehow planted a money spell. The ancestors are laughing—and my bank account’s growing.

When life gets chaotic, pour your attitude into a bowl of salt. Stir in sarcasm, add herbs, and watch the nonsense dissolve.

The veil still stirs. Samhain may be over, but the dead are not done with us yet.

A black cat crosses into my garden on Samhain Eve — not by chance, but by calling. A sign, a messenger, or something darker.

Humanity cursed the black cat, not knowing it cursed itself. Darklady exposes the fear that still prowls in the dark.

Step into the altar’s shadow. Discover what truly holds power—not in beauty, but in consequence.

A dark witch’s guide to building personal power through shadow craft, energy control, and forbidden majickal discipline.

Within every witch burns the Dark Flame — a force of discipline, devotion, and shadow majick. Learn how ancient witches harnessed this.

Step into the Dark Arts. The Rite of Ascension unveils the forbidden path to shadow mastery and spiritual dominion.

Learning through decay — when the rot sets in, wisdom grows. The shadows teach what light forgets.

When the thirteenth bell tolls, the living shudder — and the dead listen. Step into the superstition at DarkWitchery.com.

Learn about the shadows witch path.

Feast of Shadows—a dark ritual of smoke, silence, and remembrance. One of many forbidden workings revealed within Dark Witchery’s grimoire.

When the Shadows bite back, even a witch must rest her hands. A story of pain, power, and dark restoration.

Whispers from the Dead By Dark Witchery They spoke again tonight. Not loud — never loud — just a faint murmur through the smoke that slid across my altar like a secret trying to hide. The dead don’t waste words. They drop fragments — a name, a warning, a memory someone else forgot. You have to listen between the pauses, not the phrases. That’s where the truth festers. They told me this: “Power isn’t in the calling. It’s in the silence that follows.” I wrote it down before the

Step into the shadows and learn the five truths every necromancer must master to command the power of the grave.

Step into the art of Dark Witchery. Ten lessons that strip away the fluff and teach real power, control, and shadow mastery.