Bewitched Intro Novels & Stories

“I’m a spectacle? Really??” She grabbed another full bottle of saffron and pulled it back over her head like she was throwing a pitch, aiming it directly at Davos head. The bottle flew from his hand and Davos just ducked in time, jumping to the side. The bottle miss him. And it slammed against the wall and broke, Davos looked back at it and then leaped forward, catching Beatrice around the waist and hoisting her up into his arms. Beatrice fought him like a wildcat, but was no match for the huge werewolf, who threw her over his shoulder and marched out of the hall with him.

Indeed at this separate, I can feel the start pass between us. “Last but not least,” Ace Ombres says, “Nyx. If it's not too much trouble step forward.” This is it. I swallow difficult, my heart pounding in my chest as I make my way to the front of the field. Adrenaline surges through me, and I realize my palms have gone clammy. Master Ombres gives me a knowing grin. “You’re the to begin with Wolf Witch to pass through these entryways without ever performing an act of dim magic,” she tells me. “An blessed messenger in an foundation run by evil presences. What will come upon us next?”

I try to walk in but I stumble backwards. I look down to see salt in a line in front of the doorframe. That stupid witch. That witch salt. If it's set, meaning a vampire isn't invited to a house or room unless invited in by the person inside. "Aren't you gonna invite me in?" I smirk at her but she only looks confused. "I don't -" "Invite me in" I compell. "Come in" she said. I entered willingly. "So..... What do you want?" She asked. I look at the dress she was wearing. That bitch witch had use magic to pour her drink on her dress to stop our conversation.

"Be careful." He quickly ran away from her but immediately stopped and looked at her again. "I forgot something." "What is it, Bucho?" “To kiss you," he said and quickly robbed her a kiss on the cheek. Lord, why? Why did you let this crazy man kiss me! What a big nightmare!

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

News spread quickly around the hall and the people of Eldrida have more reasons to like their future queen. The room hums with the animated conversations of guests from various magical realms, oblivious to the peril that lurks beneath the surface. Sarah decides to enjoy the party to the fullest. Whatever happens, I'd have this as a reminder of the awesomeness of being free. The evening begins with a mesmerizing display by a group of powerful witches. Their magic intertwines in a symphony of colors, weaving intricate patterns in the air. Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room.

When she remembered that she brought a number of Clyde’s pictures with her, she jerked up before getting them and pasting them on the cabinet. She also took a book out of her bag as well before embracing it against her chest. What her grandmother didn’t know was that she took the book that was all about love potions and bewitches with her. She had already read it before. She remembered that there were several ways on how someone can bewitch a person to like her. "You’re my last resort, my last chance,” she said, her eyes were tightly shut, as she continued hugging the book. She arranged her things in the cabinet. She didn’t bring a lot of things, though, as she thought that it wouldn’t do an

The sound reverberated through the dungeon, a final punctuation to his fate. I stepped into the cool night air, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. The scent of blood clung to my hands, a reminder of what I had done—and what I was capable of. My claws retracted slowly, the shift back to human form a reluctant surrender. But before I could fully center myself, I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Beatrice. Elijah’s wife. She approached with a quiet grace, her long grey gown swaying gently with each step. Her expression was unreadable, a mask of calm composure, but there was a determination in her stride that made me pause.

A growl—low, warning, possessive—rumbled from both their chests as they stepped forward, their bodies tensed to shield me. Oh, yeah. I definitely should have warned Bethel about that. She stopped, raising her hands in peace. “Easy, friends. I’m just giving her the sigil so she can cross the protection line. Then Clementine will show you to your quarters so you can…” Her lips twitched. “…get to know your mate better.” A few of the older witches muttered scandalized tsk-tsks. The wolves, however, snickered. Bethel turned back to me, shaking her head with a smirk. “You should have told me they were your mates. I would have arranged something far more private for this introduction.”

It seemed like a stare off for a split second before I had finally had enough of it. I cleared my throat, gaining everyones attention. "They will be joining us for the foreseeable future. They do not mean any harm and will be training with us. I would like for everyone to get to know each other to be more comfortable. Can you all do that for me?" I asked looking around to our group. Everyone nodded so I turned around to face the new people behind me. "I understand your fears of us witches and vampires but you will come to see that we are not scary people at all. Just give us all a chance to prove that and they will give each of you to prove the same." I said. "If any of our people act up ple