Bewitched Intro Novels & Stories

Witch! ***

“Then, my sweet little mate… you’ll be mine completely.” “No…” I whispered, shaking my head, but the air felt heavier now—thicker. Wrong. “Start doing your work,” Damien ordered the witches. “Alpha,” one of them said carefully, “we’ll need you to restrain her. This spell requires focus.” Damien didn’t hesitate. He grabbed both my wrists tightly, his fingers digging into my skin. His grip was like iron. I kicked, I squirmed, but he didn’t let go. “Pl-please… don’t,” I sobbed, but he ignored me, nodding to the witches. “Start.” The witches raised their hands in unison, their palms glowing with eerie light. They chanted in a strange language, their voices low but growing louder, weaving around

the water witch suggests, positioned a few feet away. "No! Stay the hell away from me!" I scream, desperation mounting. I struggle against Eric's grasp, determined to resist whatever they have planned. However, my efforts prove futile as he shoves me against the wall, securing me in place. The water witch conjures liquid from a bottle, muttering incantations for a spell. In moments, she douses my face with the enchanted water, and darkness envelops me once more. ***

she said annoyed. “But how will I get there this much soon?” he said, annoyed. “You got a witch with you” said Becca while looking at him mischievously. “Go and bring that Mirror I had put an incantation on your house when I left Kylie over there. Now go and don’t waste time. The incantation is already weak, '' she said angrily. Beca came ahead and grabbed his strong arms in her soft hands and looked inside his eyes. She smiled and they both disappeared.

He stood beneath an archway of twisted wood, shoulders rigid, hands clenched at his sides. “He was cursed the day he was born,” the narrator began. “A prince born without a howl, in a kingdom where silence meant exile.” I felt a pang deep in my chest. The tale had barely started, and already I was drawn in. Then she appeared—the moonborn witch. Hair like starlight, eyes like storm clouds, a creature feared even by the wolves. But she didn’t cower. She danced barefoot onto the stage, wild and graceful, and something in the warrior shifted the moment he saw her.

He could not live with being irrelevant. “You look like a man chewing on the bones of his own failure,” a voice purred from the shadows. Benjamin stiffened, his eyes darting toward the far corner where the light of the sconces faded. A woman stepped forward, her hair black as midnight, her eyes glinting with unnatural amber light. Her gown flowed like smoke, her presence unsettling, sharp. A witch. “Who are you?” Benjamin demanded, though his voice carried more intrigue than threat. “Someone who feeds on desperation,” she said, smiling with too many teeth. “And you, Benjamin, are a banquet.”

She was barely conscious, her breathing thin and shallow as we laid her gently on the bed. Minutes later, Austin’s Beta arrived. He didn’t speak much, just gave Austin a look, nodded at me, and made the call. “The witch is coming.” She arrived shortly after, quiet and focused. No questions, no introductions. Just work. She knelt beside the bed and opened a small violet-glass bottle. The scent hit immediately. Earthy and metallic. She whispered a low chant and hovered her hands over Emily’s abdomen, where the bite mark pulsed, blackened and angry.

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.

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

So this explains the strange atmosphere. In just a minute, the whole extravagance in the Casa Del Fuego is gone. The walls became simple; it appears that the whole place is just a tiny room. No designs, just plain and old-looking. “This a trap! Where is everybody?” shouted Nyx, who is clearly puzzled. Sebastian and Beta Mellow is nowhere to be seen. Their eyes is completely freed from the illusion that had lured them in. Left inside are two vampires of familiar faces, Nyx and Alpha Lachlan.