A shadow witch lecture on energy, intent, herbs, familiars, and spell ownership. For witches who brood!

Black Friday: Mortals summon debt. Shadow witches summon decor, coffee, clever restraint. Subscribe monthly for classes Darkwitchery.com

A witch cackles, shadows gossip, familiars refuse meetings, and power smells like smoke, salt, and bad decisions. Very on-brand. Thanksgivin

A dark, sarcastic Thanksgiving horoscope crafted for shadow witches, featuring exclusive spells, classes, and ritual timing aligned with you

Just a little humor!

A warning from the shadows: There is only one Darklady. All imitators are frauds clawing for scraps.

A dark, sour brew for shadow witches who like their majick sharp, their vinegar angry, and their spirits wide awake.

The funny side of a dark witchery familiar 🤣

The shadows don’t trust every witch. They test you first — through signs, discipline, and the way you face the dark.

Not every witch is chosen by the shadows. This is why the dark calls to you — and never to them.

A brutally honest dark witch rant for the days when you’re done with everyone’s nonsense. Shadow humor, rage, and witch-power all in one.

Jupiter’s chaos meets Virgo’s judgment. We don’t manifest — we build empires, one sarcastic spell at a time.

When witches light up, even the spirits get contact highs. Candle smoke, green haze, and a whole lot of dark enlightenment.

Burn smarter, not harder. Discover what your candles are really whispering when you light them — straight from the cauldron of Dark Witchery

My spirit dolls don’t wait to be bought — they call to you through dreams and whispers until you finally listen.

Step beyond candlelight and charm — this is where the forbidden art begins. Discover the philosophy and the tools that shape true Dark Witch

The Beaver Supermoon raged through the storm — and I was out there with my jar. What I bottled wasn’t just rain… it was raw lunar chaos.

When the candle’s flame dies, the smoke begins to speak. Listen closely—your shadows are whispering back.

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.