Bewitched Branch Novels & Stories

**Winter's POV** My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty and determination as I clutched the decoy book close. A part of me feared the witches would see through the facade and refuse to help. But I had to try—I couldn’t return to my friends empty-handed. Reaching the edge of the mystical boundary, I paused, taking a moment to ground myself. The Moonshade Lilacs greeted me like old friends, their petals shimmering softly. I inhaled deeply, the magical aroma infusing me with courage. The boundary once again parted for me, wisps of violet mist swirling in its wake, guiding my steps back into the witch realm.

I gave him a seductive smile, “Oh I am. I just know that I want to get these done while the weather is nice enough to do it and we have someone to take the pictures.” We walked downstairs, and Beagan was waiting for us. So was our security detail. I was so happy that everyone is on the same page. We all walked out of the house and into the woods. As we talk and just have fun, I start looking around and find a beautiful Weeping Willow tree that was absolutely huge! The branches and its bright green foliage hung almost to the ground. I felt like under that foliage would be a perfect background to set off Elliot’s eyes. I started to walk toward it when David, one of the werebears with us stoppe

He turned round to see her bowed low on the ground. “What do you mean accident?” asked Alaric stiffly. “Enlighten me, witch.” “I-I’m M-Mary Crossborough, y-your m-majesty. I’m a witch of this village. I-I was practicing my wind defense spell this morning inside t-this f-forest. W-When I-I c-casted it, I t-then heard s-someone f-falling on the ground n-not so far away. I-I ran to find who it was and then I saw i-it w-was…a-a…d-dham-p-pir. B-but I-I d-didn’t know h-he w-was y-your c-cousin, your majesty.”

"See Natasha how she was making him dwell in her conversation , though his full concentration is on the subject" "Michael i am finding this syntax very tough , can explain it again.. please", Natasha pouted her red lips twirling her pen sexily in her brown curls while staring him. She was nearly clung onto his left side as right one was occupied by Sana and my rest gang. They were all giving her looks of warning but she wasn't at all fearing about it. Following her , a group of other branch girls sitting side by side gossiping about his features. Okay that's enough !

He also tried to help them acclimate to Brighton. After Andrew was made Alpha, he planned to make Brown his beta and chose one of the warriors who'd returned with him but couldn't live in Brighton as his Gamma. Karen had granted Emily access to open a Branch of Elrold in Brighton. She intended to use it for the good of disgruntled families in and out of Brighton. The coronation ceremony had swung into action and Andrew had just been proclaimed Alpha of Brighton by the Compliant who'd been in attendance when Vanessa who was also going to be made the Chief witch of Blood Coven, received a message.

Her cheek was badly burned but she didn’t seem to notice. “Come on,” she said. “I’m not asking you again,” Brinsle cried. “Do as I say. Save him. Or else…” “Or else what, Brinsle?” Lucinda asked. They were still in a stand off. All the other witches were still backing away. There was no more feasting. No more sex. Just fear. The witches were afraid. The Brotherhood of Breeders were backing away, too. On the ground, a werewolf lay beside the pile of bones. His stomach was half-devoured, one of hind legs picked clean. His bone shone in the firelight.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Give me the vessel or I will burn your mind to cinders! The necrotic black veins across my left cheek throbbed with a toxic, blinding heat, fighting against the freezing pull of the coven’s circle. The agonizing tug-of-war between Rose's dark rot and the witches' pure white magic was tearing my core apart. My vision began to blur, turning the dark ravine into a swirling vortex of gray and silver.

*Xelina* The glen opens before us like a secret whispered by the trees. Every branch, every leaf hums with quiet enchantment. I step forward, breathing it in deeply. The stillness here is different: alive with good magic. Lazlo walks beside me, his hand grazing mine. The path beneath our feet was worn smooth by witches who came before us, those who sought peace, healing, or simply a place to exhale.

The river takes a breath. From the branches comes a whisper like rain. Lines glint, too bright for rope. Silver-thread and wolfsbane knots, the council’s witch-binding weave. It spreads fast, a falling curtain. Trish yanks me sideways. Lucian throws his shoulder into mine. Too late. The world narrows to mesh and light. A silver net drops from the trees.