Bewitched Cast Novels & Stories

Before I even reached him, he started cursing, "Screw her! I can't believe a widow like her is still acting all high and mighty!" Gone was his earlier gentle and polite demeanor. Although he was still wearing the same face, it felt like he'd turned into a completely different person. He reminded me of the bullies who shook people down for protection money around the alleys near school. The only reason someone could change this quickly was that that was who they really were to begin with. My deskmate would probably bawl her eyes out if she ever found out that the idol trainee she'd been voting for so obsessively was such a character.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

“I feel like I’m cursed.” Nikko moved my hair to the side, “I’m pretty sure it’s not you, you just got caught up in the middle. If you weren’t Lucien’s I’d claim you for my very own right here right now. You however are destined to be greater than any of us even realize. Your powers are beyond what anyone could have ever imagined. The child you carry will be half-shifter half-witch. I can only imagine the mischief he will get into. If you or him ever need me I’m here, but I can only be here from a distance. Lucien loves you Sam and you love him.”

Her mother looked every inch a gothic queen in rubies and black opals. Next came Bessa and Deandra, daring and dazzling, smiling wickedly as they claimed the floor. Then, one by one, the Council witches. Power radiated from them, sharp and undeniable. I held my breath as the herald raised his voice. “Lord Alister Silverlake and the Queen Witch Supreme, Aminda Loretta Bettencourt.” My jaw tightened. With him? Rage boiled as I yanked at my bow tie. Her silver-blond hair fell in perfect waves, black-tipped strands swaying to her waist. Diamonds glittered across her black gown, clinging to every curve. The neckline plunged low—too low. My fists curled. No one else should look at her that way.

I yelp in pain and fall to the ground and change back to my human form. “Master!!!” The witch shouts, running to him as the dust settles. A pile of rubble now settles where Elina once stand. Elina! No, she can’t be dead. She can’t! “Your little light show was fun.” My heart flutters when I hear her voice. She’s okay. She moves away from the broken bricks and walks towards the witch, the Titus, in wolf form. “But now I’m done playing your game.” With a snap of her finger, both Titus and the witch float in the air. She clenches her fist. They both scream loud in pain. Titus changes back to his human form as the blood accumulates in pockets all over their bodies.

Azareel reunites with the chimera animal again in his dream. "O young man, please accept my blessings," said the animal with the head of the goat, after he had finished speaking, a white light filled his vision. Azareel can feel the purest power of that light. It was not like Darrel's light, but it was holier and purer than any power Azareel had ever felt. Just the pressure alone makes the heart feel refreshed, the feeling of physical and mental fatigue relieved thanks to the light. This is the blessing bestowed by the Chimera.

The soft wind that blows is icy and sends shivers down my spine. The hair on my body stands on end and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin. My head is throbbing aggressively and my heartbeat has lessened to a numb thump in my chest cavity. And one name pulsates in my throbbing, aching head. Mavli. I really am a witch. What have I done? I find it extremely unbelievable that I caused such a great storm and in the Torrid! Maybe I'm more powerful than I thought.

“That’s the girl who’s bewitched Liam!” I felt my face heat up as all eyes turned to me. Bewitched? Seriously? I glanced at Liam, hoping he’d find this as ridiculous as I did, but his face was a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Before I could say anything, the brunette marched up to me, her hands on her hips, a look of righteous fury on her face. “I don’t know what kind of spell you’ve cast over him, girl, but we’re here to break it. Liam deserves better than to be manipulated by some… some witch!”

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.”

He gently placed her down and watched her. The cold wind blew, and Julia shivered. Zeke blanketed her with the hide and tucked her in. The wind blew again, trailing her scent and intoxicating him once again. Zeke closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes and exposed his ruby red pupils that glowed with malice. “My sweet, sweet, human girl.” He moaned in delight. He combed her hair using his fingertips and placed it close to his face. The mere touch of her hair against his skin made him want to claim her.