Bewitched Cast Novels & Stories

I demanded angrily and pushed him away from me, my eyes had turned fiery and my hair and started to glow. "No." He shouted and caught my wrist before I could chant a spell. The sparks distracted me and I could not complete the spell. "I just wanted to see her." I crashed on his chest and my tears soaked his shirt. "I know, I also wanted to." He said and hugged me tighter. "Alpha, there's been a perimeter breach." A guard barged in and announced hurriedly. "Get the men immediately," Declan ordered with a loud growl. "S-sir, t-there's a Witch." He said shakily and I stood up immediately.

Her pupils are dilated as she looks at me with slightly parted lips. I nearly gasp when I realize the princess isn’t afraid, but aroused. The scent of it fills my nostrils, driving me to the very edge. All I want to do is gather her up in my arms and devour her mouth, taste her sweetness. I can understand Connor’s actions better now. Do all witches taste so sweet? With immense difficulty, I manage to stay put, knowing that the princess is too innocent and inexperienced to even fully understand the reactions of her body. It’s going to kill me to spend the night with her, but what choice do I have?

"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.

However, I see a young woman with Gabe that I don't recognize. "Who's that with Gabe?" I ask Davina. She looks at the ground sadly. "That's Cressida. She sacrificed a young woman and took the body of another." She replies. I can see the anger on Jessi's face. Two young women were killed for no reason other than to bring a witch back. I think we can all agree it's time for her to die. "You've been watching us for a long time," Wyatt says. I can see he's looking at pictures from his tryouts before he was the lead warrior.

“The witches. How many of them are working for Stone Heart?” “I thought I was the only one. Not until the last batch rolled in. Bri? Brittany? Brianna? Brillen...” “We don’t need a name,” Jareth cuts her off. “But you will need their names. They are quadruplets. A bunch of crazy witches who have lost their souls.” “Acting like you are any better? You dosed her with Fatedkiss over and over again.” I fight back a growl. “Because I knew she would survive. I am not the terrible person you make me out to be.” She looks over at Jareth, chewing the inside of her cheek, then turns to me. “How’s the girl holding up anyway?”

I say, Einar pushing forward, angry at the disrespect toward our mate but also the threat that is being presented toward me. I watch as they clench their teeth, but step back. “Maeve is the witch that cast the spell. She is also a victim of Beta Trevor and Gwen.” They snort at that. I snarl at them, forcing them to bare their throats to me. I step forward, leaning over Will, the one who is acting as the leader of this group.

"We get some information out of her later." "Thinking on your toes, I like your style." I strapped Zyria into her carseat before hopping in the passenger seat. Roman started the engine, and Bex walked up to the witch. She held her hand out, palm facing up, and spoke a few words under her breath. A white glow appeared between their hands before it shot toward the witch like an arrow. The witch collapsed onto the ground, unconscious from whatever spell Bex had cast on her. She heaved her over her shoulder, therefore tossing her in the trunk before getting in the back seat. "Drive." Bex ordered.

Her baby cried, and Mara rushed to pick her up, holding Hope against her bosom. Slowly, Celeste rose to her feet and stepped forward. Nerves wrought, she waited. "You have been charged with witchcraft, Miss Galloway. What say you?" Shaking with fury, Minister Meath glared at her through green eyes the same shade as her dear Finn's, his black hair just as thick and beautiful. But there was no adoration or acceptance in the minister's eyes like she'd gazed upon so many times with his son. "Speak, witch."

“No one can. Unless she carries it. Find it. Tear it from her. Do not fail me, Tremaine.” I reeled back, the blood draining from me. Spells. Stones. Bewitchment. Witches. The word clicked into place like a blade into flesh. They were witches. They all were. Tremaine, Anastasia, the whole lot of them. And my father—my father who had married her—what had she done to him? I stumbled, the floor groaning underfoot, and panic drove me to flee. But something anchored me there. A need to see, to know. My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch.

“Well, like I said, Beatrice Caldwell was many things. She was powerful and even possessed a hybrid bloodline: she was a half-witch and half-wolf. She was also intelligent, a skilled healer, and Jacob loved her so much. Everyone in the pack loved her too, but she had a weakness.” “What weakness?” “Well, the bitch trusted people a lot,” I shrug and gently add another drop of belladonna. “When I befriended her during one of her medical trainings in the pack, she discovered I was practicing dark magic and she threatened to have me arrested and tried by the Lycan Council for practicing forbidden magic. She was going to expose me and I would have been executed. Your mother would have been execute