Bewitched Branch Novels & Stories

"The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you." "Chooses you?" "Yes, you'll understand when we get there," Katie says and they make their way out of the room. ****************************** Katie leads Sarah outside the palace to what seems like a bare wall. She places her hands on it and a door forms almost immediately. She opens the door and they step in. There is a staircase on the inside that seems to lead to a basement. The room is dark so Katie opens her palm and a glow of light shines. They go down the short flight of stairs and Sarah sees it, it's a garden.

Without a word, she reached forward—gripping the witch’s wounded arm with both hands. The witch’s smirk faltered. “What are you—” With a brutal yank, Raven tore the limb clean off. A bone-chilling scream erupted from the witch as she thrashed, her body arching in agony. Blood sprayed across the ground, the smell thick in the air. Raven tossed the severed arm aside like it was nothing more than a discarded piece of meat. The witch gasped, her body trembling violently. “Arghhhh! You—” Raven grabbed her by the collar and slammed her head into the tree, silencing her.

ALDRIAN WINDSOR’S POV – The air was thick. Not with mist, not with fog, but with pure, suffocating evil. We had reached the center of the cursed grove after days of blood, sweat, and arguments that made me regret not marrying a tree instead of Lana. The clearing pulsed with unnatural life — vines moved like snakes, eyes blinked in bark, and the sky above seemed to rot. In the middle stood Florence, the High Witch of the Coven of Witherthorn, draped in obsidian robes that shimmered with veins of red.

The Alpha assured her and gave her a small smile. She nodded and sat down in the circle. Briseis stood over her then began to chant loudly, speaking words no other person could understand. It is possible to say the atmosphere was somehow willing as it was aware of the procedure that was going on. Briseis took the carved candles and lit them, placing them in front of Ro on the ground before she began to recite the spell. "These two flames burn brightly together but one consumes the other with this link, no more shall you, Ro suffer from the pain brought by Cecile. No more shall you be hurt by Cecile..." The witch spoke, looking up into the skies.

I prepared my sword for another attack. But before I could move, the house was suddenly surrounded by a familiar heat. Even I who used hell fire was affected by the scorching temperature. The branches from the trees all crawled from the windows, from the doors, from the balcony, and from the roof that they destroyed. The branches were filled with blooming red flowers the size of a fist, they looked ethereal with their heart-shaped petals and they smelled heavenly. Their scent had filled the house. I thought the plants were among the witches’ tricks, but the plants broke through the barrier and I saw the witches waver as they stared at the branches with horrified expressions on their faces. A

‘Daughter of Julius, we do not have much time before the talisman wears out, to assist with Hejaan Circle, bring a branch from a Killcross tree to help you direct the flow of magic, you will suffer if you do not. “A Killcross tree branch is incredibly rare, I don’t know if there are even any left” Rowina said, a hint of uncertainty filling her words. “I have no idea what this twig is, why it's rare, and what it will do, so please enlighten me” Rex said, slightly irritated.

"Branches twist refuse the tempt or claims devour eternal." "Clear paths Lira," I urged flames coiling. "Your visions see the bind true or tempt's snare?" "Harmony guides flame heir whispers unveil without force branches clear refuse tempt forge deeper," Lira intoned veil shifting. The nexus twisted unnatural horrors vein pulsing branches grasping like tendrils alive. Maerin's orb attuning frantic glowing. "Echoes scream ancient horrors artifacts pulse close blood drop seals true." I pricked my finger mingling essence with Alexander's on the map holo flaring violet potent paths clarifying amid whispers' lure.

Walking with her following behind. She ducked a low branch and then another before we reached the steaming pool. We waded in and I instantly felt sore muscles easing. Bruises loosening the skin they marked. All the tension and anxiety seeming washed away the moment the water touched us. I watched as the glistening pool began to move. Rolling up over Triana and I. Crawling over our chests and shoulders, and then rolling over our heads like a hood. Cleansing our hair and bodies of all the darker things that had taken hold back in the WitchFall dungeons.

The witch had done so many enchantments with their blood with some ingredients and herbs like Mandrake root, Mugwort, etc. "Is it going to work? This is the first time we are trying this, it never got this serious," Bryan asked Aiden. "There is always a first time for everything, brother", Aiden smirked, despite the pain and stress he was feeling. "It better work, and we will need to see her again about this, we have never had it get this bad, there were little signs, but this was just too extreme, f*ck", Bryan cursed out angrily, "I really hate this."

The need to claim her as his was getting stronger by the day and harder to ignore, and every single time she kissed him, every single time she looked at him like she wanted more—because he knew that his mouth wasn't doing it completely for her; he had eyes—the need to claim her ratcheted up even more and he had to physically stop himself most of the times by leaving the room, the house, as far away from her as he could get. It wasn't with a clear mind that Bran had decided to reach out to the witch, asking her if there was anything that could be done for him. She'd told him that a certain lycan had complained about the same situation and she'd made a bracelet for him that quelled the mating