Bewitched Intro Novels & Stories

I pulled her into me and we lost ourselves to each other. ***** It was the most beautiful morning of my life. I was so happy... I had already made the bookings and reservations for a one-month long honeymoon in Australia. I was very excited about this real honeymoon. I would not have believed it just 6 months back that very soon I would be bewitched by a very beautiful, simple, pure and innocent girl. Thank you, God, for that accident on that rainy night, I have been bewitched by an angel since then... The End

No matter how hard I tried to look strong but his one glance left me breathless and made me crave for him like animal. My HEART is BEWITCHED by his everything ! "Ma'am I have planned a surprise for Ethan." "Ma'am are you here?", he waved his hand infront of my face and then I came out of my lala land. I looked around finding myself standing beside the car instead of wall. Shit it's my fucking dream ??? "Ma'am I have been talking to you but you were zoned out ?", he said looking at his mobile. "Haa..umm.. I was thinking about something else.", I said averting my gaze while cursing myself inside my head.

I knew what was coming. "And now," Juliet’s voice rang out, clear and confident, "I would like to introduce the woman behind RA Lavantado. The one who has led this brand to success over the past five years. Please welcome… Rachel Houston." The spotlight swung towards me, and the brightness hit me like a punch to the chest. For a second, I couldn’t move. The air felt too thick, my legs stiff like I’d forgotten how to walk. I could hear the gasps and the whispers rising from the crowd as they all turned to look at me. But I forced my feet forward, step by step, into the blinding light.

“Who are you?” He finally asks the needed question. The initial words and the very beginning of any deal that ‘she’ needed. With the sinister smile that she draws on her face, she slowly walks towards her current little prey. Along with her footsteps that’s echoing louder and louder as walks closer, and in front of the holder, she introduces herself. “Nice to finally meet the original Sagittarius Holder of this world and book. The name’s Beatrice.”

Walter began, his voice a whisper laden with hidden intentions, "I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to someone..." Before I could process his words, his hand closed tightly around my waist, drawing me into his side. "...I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Hester Winters." The statement, delivered with chilling calm, echoed through the room like a clap of thunder. The silence was abruptly broken by a deafening roar that shook the walls. A dark and dangerous aura emanated from Bennett, a raging beast about to break free. Those present recoiled, some trembling, others seeking refuge in Walter's towering figure.

she squealed and gave me a hug. I laughed and walked with my arm linked in hers until we got up the apartment. I led her into the closet and let her pick out some clothes to throw on. “So, how formal do I need to dress when visiting Alpha royalty?” Her voice was tinged with nervousness. “Why are you nervous?” I asked curiously. Beatrice looked at me a little startled with the question. She took a seat on the bed and sighed as she fidgeted with her blonde waves. “I’m a pureblooded witch. The majority of shifters I’ve met in life were not kind to my species. Plus …”

“But you don’t understand—there’s power here that surpasses mere trinkets.” As Gabriel tensed beside her, the laughter of the witches swelled, cascading through the chamber like wind through a forest. The energy shifted in the room, thickening the air as the lead witch raised her arms, the runes on her skin glowing brighter. “Let us welcome you properly,” she proclaimed, and the others followed suit, their hands lifted in unison, fingers curling around nothing but the air, ready to weave their magic. The chant rose, a lilting sound that wrapped around them, intoxicating and haunting, reverberating off the walls as they stepped closer, hands glowing with a purple light. Amelia's breath hitche

I listened in silence, feigning interest as I idly twirled my thumbs. “Alpha King Silas of the Hollow Manes pack, please rise.” At her signal, I stood, waiting as she continued. “Lord Virgil Vissarion of the Sanguine Shadows, accompanied by his partner, Valeria Cardei.” The vampire pair rose, their chins held high and faint smirks plastered on their faces. Their arrogance grated on me, but I swallowed my irritation, closing my eyes briefly to calm myself. Lastly, the witch introduced herself as Ginevra, the representative of the coven.

Beatrice moved first. I sensed it before I saw it… the shift in her scent, the spike of fury laced with panic. Her hand grabbed a glass cup. A heartbeat later, it was flying through the air. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she snapped. “Trying to pull Alpha Victor’s attention with these pathetic lies? Know your place. You forced your way into this union with Alpha Victor. You were never meant to belong here. You are just an intruder who refused to leave.”

It was the colour of a blood moon, of an ancient, foul fire that consumed everything it touched. In that frozen moment, everything crashed into place with the force of a physical blow. Beatrice had been bitten, makers for chaos. It wasn’t a rogue bite. It was a defilement. She hadn’t been turned, she had been infested. My mind screamed a single, horrifying word. Demon.