Bewitched Cartoon Novels & Stories

Mohit said to jiju. " Naughty one... I mean the mosquito. He is naughty. But you must take care of your wife. How can you let a mosquito kiss on her neck?? " Maya said and Viraj burst out laughing. Why were they discussing it so much?? It was just a mosquito bite. And what was so funny about it?? We went to my room and di opened the make up box and applied it on the spot. " Di, why do we need to apply makeup on this. It's just a mosquito... "

We have a mutual understanding and It makes things a whole lot easier. Being a witch is serious business and although some mortals are open minded enough to not judge and understand, let's be realistic, witches and humans just don't match. Especially with the aging. As witches, we start aging a little bit slower once we reach the age of twenty. We don't blend with humans due to this reason. It will raise a lot of suspicion. Being a witch is hard work if you ask me. Kali is an incredible warlock, and all the other teenagers in our coven look up to him.

He was hungry for it, yet it didn't smell nice to him. Damien moved in the dark towards the main city, searching for one's blood that would satisfy him. He was nearing the main city when a hoard of people beleaguered him. They weren't humans. Most of them had odd-coloured hair and white eyes. They were Whigans. Whigans were beings that transitioned from humans to vampires. Those creatures had everything a normal vampire had, except a human form. When humans transform into Whigans, they lose their ability to retain their human physique forever

Wiggy snorted loudly as his back hit the concrete wall, while Louise continued to push, making it hard for him to breathe. The young man opened his eyes only to find Louise's grinning face turned wrinkled, red with a long nose, and sparsely dirty teeth. Seeing that, Wiggy was horrified, took a stance, then kicked Miranda's chest with all her might with both legs. The witch has pushed quite a distance but was unharmed. While Wiggy coughed clutching his chest, Miranda transformed back into a beautiful woman with platinum hair and piercing bright purple beads. She walked leisurely with one hand on his waist.

,she hummed confusedly. "Oh god is it true Sana?", Liza worried with fire in her eyes. Jake's hand reached her cheek to touch but she immediately jerked back. "Nothing just a bug from last night, i was writing my project so didn't notice it when it flew in through window", she replied almost immediately a bit tensed. "No it's not looking like that?", Alex and Jake both shouted at a time.

Willow immediately bowed her head after finally regaining her composure when the reality of the situation cleared up. "Goddess Hecate, it's such an honor." Willow's heart thundered in her chest. To meet the Goddess of Witchcraft was a very rare occurrence amongst the Witches, and she only showed herself to those with exceptional power. Hecate's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned her back to her and began walking through the mist. Willow raised her foot to follow when she felt something cold and smooth slither past her. Glancing down into the mist, a serpent with scales that were like oil on water had brushed alongside of her, but paid her no mind. She sucked in a breath until the ser

"Agatha, please...you misunderstand in your jealousy..." "Jealousy!" The witch screeched. "I hate you and all you stand for! This realm will die without you...you are all egotistical and vain creatures! You hunt and destroy my kind and those of my love, Lord Albescu...and the demons! Like the spider and the mosquito we all have the right to exist! But you! You have been found to be Lord Albescu's mate? What a joke, right?" Bethany was crying in pain, tears of blood, as she coughed up more blood under the witch's cruel spell trap.

“Saelari says… we’ve got mail.” The air shimmered, and a projection unfurled from a pulse of magic—like smoke weaving itself into a figure. The crackling silhouette of the old bog witch appeared midair, waving her staff with unnecessary flair. “Dearest Charlie,” the witch began, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve found your stray puppies and a vamp. Stumbled right into my wards, all puffed-up and determined. Now... what would you like me to do with them?” Before anyone could speak, Saelari surged through Nalia, her voice layered and powerful as it echoed from her vessel:

Bianca reached out and took Aislen’s wrists in her hands. “Picture the witches of Havermouth as you last saw them,” Bianca instructed. Aislen imagined the incense smoke filled back room of the gimmicky little shop, and the naked women of every age and description whose faces had swum in and out of the smoke, the runes on the floor, and Tabitha Marie’s perfectly made up, pinched face. “Who is this?” Aislen was not surprised when Tabitha Marie was the first to respond. “Aislen Carter, and her coven,” Bianca replied.

Logan ignored them and dashed out of the window toward the witch coven. He had just turned to his human form when he saw Cynthia dashing out of the witch coven with a clay pot. He was about to charge at her when she broke the pot. The earth started shaking and the witches started coming out of the coven as if in a trace. Beatrice rushed toward him and hugged him. Cynthia looked shocked as she watched the event. The witches started burning and screaming at the top of their voices as they stretched their bodies. Then they started burning and turned to ashes. Cynthia fainted.