Bewitched Intro Novels & Stories

One of the maids said. That seems to be their everyday slogan. They all went into hiding, knowing Melissa had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, so they had to be careful. Melissa finished washing her face, packing her hair into a bun, and walking out of the restroom. She went downstairs with her nightie still on her body. She was holding her phone, it was always with her, that is her only friend since She has none. She was chatting with someone who had been disturbing and pleading to date her. She went into the internet to search who the guy was, and she frowned when she saw what he was worth.

"Good, that's good. You need to try and relax into it Maggie. Just let it happen." I wanted to ask him how he thought I could 'relax' into becoming a wolf, but I was too caught up in the tingling that was now starting to spread through my body. It wasn't painful exactly, but I'd never felt a sensation quite like it before. My muscles started to tense as it began to feel like I was giving over control of my movements to another part of me, a part I'd never met before. Holding on to the words of advice from Jonas I closed my eyes and went with the coming change.

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

As we approached the darkened cave that served as the witch’s home, a sense of foreboding settled over the group. “This is it,” Vex said, his voice low. Mike turned to the team, his gaze steady. “Stay alert. We don’t know what we’re walking into.” The cave was dimly lit, the walls slick with moisture. Strange symbols were carved into the stone, glowing faintly in the darkness. “Anyone else getting bad vibes?” Jessica muttered. Before I could respond, a voice echoed through the chamber, low and melodic. “Welcome, intruders.” The witch stepped into view, her presence commanding. Her silver hair fell in waves down her back, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to see straight through us.

“And yet you dug up dead bodies and created a sex spell to bind me and the Alphas.” Dominic stiffened in shock beside me. “You were behind that?” he growled and jumped to his feet. “You dug up the corpses of my brothers!” “Stop!” I yelled with the remaining ounce of strength and grabbed Dominic in panic. “Not here! Please.” “What is all this noise?” Beatrice walked in hastily and looked around. Her inquisitive gaze fell on the witch. “Who is she?” “I am Elvira Winters.” The witch introduced herself. “I am sister to Sage.”

Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her

“You were… you were possessed. You attacked us.” The words hit me like a freight train. “What?” My eyes dart across her body and I freeze when I catch sight of the deep gashes on her shoulder, the blood smeared across her shirt. My stomach turns. “Did I… did I do that?” She nods, quickly adding, “But it wasn’t you, Xander. It was never you. You were bewitched. That thing.. whatever it was, it took over you. You weren’t yourself.” A cold shiver shoots down my spine, settling in my chest like ice. Bewitched. The very word carries weight, darkness, like something ancient and cruel had crawled inside me and made me its puppet.

She vowed to keep her mouth shut too. “When do we get to bewitch him?” Elena asked the high witch. “Not now but during the full moon. I’ll set you up with a few discrolls. You will be on the path where Volk transitioned.” the high witch said. She listed other things Elena would do and which included telling Volk her name was Elena and not Malia. That way when he looked at her, he would see Elena and not Malia. After a few other things they discussed, Viva took Elena back.

Lady Cecile came forward and leaned close to me, her lips almost brushing mine but then she shifted them to my ear and muttered, “I personally wish this ritual kills you, Damon Chase.” My body stiffened and my eyes darted towards her. “But if it doesn't, you will know power like there has never been.” She stood up straight and then looked at me, all signs of flirtation were gone from her eyes and when she spoke, her voice was ethereal and creepy, “You are about to know pain like you have never known it before.” I bared my teeth, still trying to look brave, “Bring it on.” The witches in the circle around us began chanting in an ancient language and as they did, the ritual candles all lit up.

Jessa, the old witch, closed the door of her eerie home with a resounding thud, causing both Elvie and Jasmine to startle. They exchanged uneasy glances as they took a seat in the dimly lit room. Jessa settled in front of them, her pale, bony fingers drumming on a rickety wooden table. In her unsettling, raspy voice, Jessa inquired, "Why do you seek my help?” Elvie, her determination unwavering, leaned forward and answered, "We need a powerful potion, one that will make our future alpha fall deeply in love with me."