Bewitched Me Body And Soul Novels & Stories

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.

The fluid merged together, igniting into a glowing golden and red imprint. Suddenly, I felt a sensation on my wrist. I gasped, blinking in surprise as the same glowing imprint had appeared on my inner wrist. “What is this?” I asked, shock evident in my eyes. “I have one too”. He muttered, showing me his wrist. “ You have been bound to me, body and soul. Until you cure my curse.” My lips fell open with a quiet gasp. I just signed a deal with the devil. “Leave. All of you.” He said and everyone headed for the door, I followed suit, but he stopped me.

But it was just the spell withdrawing, leaving me with that supernatural beauty and the power of seven deadly sins in one body. Because I really stole the power of the sin of laziness and seized the power of Lucifer's greed, but all that ancient and sleeping soul in my body was made of every crumb of exiled sins. My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal.

"I think you should break this down in less witchy words." She chuckled. "The person who wrote this spell was a young witch centuries ago. He had lost his beloved to a disease that no power could cure. Devastated and heartbroken, he tapped into dark magic, creating a spell that could save her soul, putting her in the body of another. The only loophole was the soul of the person's body used would cease to exist." "But my soul was still intact," I said. "That's because Gaius probably didn't do the spell properly. Either that or you're just one lucky man." Meredith replied.

Instead, he leaned in closer, his nose brushing along the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply like a predator savoring the scent of fear. I shut my eyes as I felt my nipples hard and standing, how I felt weak in his touch. And I hated it, I hated how my body reacted, how heat spread under my skin for someone who clearly loathed me. Why is my body betraying me like this? A soft sound almost escaped my lips when he grabbed a handful of my chest, his teeth grazing my ear. “Because I own your spirit,” he whispered, his warm breath fluttering against my neck. “Your soul.”

The wraith-touch took them the moment it recognised what they were. Empty souls that had already chosen rot. That was all they had become by the end. Not powerful. Not chosen. Not special. Just two women who had betrayed their own kind for a darkness that had never planned to honour them. By the time the guards pulled back, Beverly and Calista were no longer truly women. Their bodies still moved, but whatever had made them Beverly and Calista was gone, consumed, hollowed out, and chained to the Wraith King’s will forever.

I asked “What?” “You said you found out why he changed, what was it?” “A soul swap spell” she spat “Soul swap?” the word sounded foreign in my mouth, “Unfortunately, it's just as the name sounds. Somehow the witch was able to infiltrate a dirty soul into his body and stupidly I didn't realize it on time.” She mocked herself “It's not your fault” I consoled, the information I had just gotten overlapping in my brain. I felt slightly overwhelmed from the influx, wait could it be the thing going on with Braz, if she did it to my father then she definitely could do it to someone else.

Her baby cried, and Mara rushed to pick her up, holding Hope against her bosom. Slowly, Celeste rose to her feet and stepped forward. Nerves wrought, she waited. "You have been charged with witchcraft, Miss Galloway. What say you?" Shaking with fury, Minister Meath glared at her through green eyes the same shade as her dear Finn's, his black hair just as thick and beautiful. But there was no adoration or acceptance in the minister's eyes like she'd gazed upon so many times with his son. "Speak, witch."

“Right there. Inside the circle.” I hesitated but obeyed, lying on the cold earth. The markings around me began to glow faintly. One of the witches handed my mother a small silver bowl filled with a strange, glimmering liquid. It looked like moonlight trapped in water. Mother held it over me and began to chant. “Blood of the false. Flesh of the true. Let the bond be rewritten anew.” The liquid started to sizzle, turning crimson as it dripped from the bowl and landed on my stomach. I gasped. It burned like fire, spreading through me in waves.

Her hair spiraled on my chest and one of her legs fell to my side. “What the fuck happened to me?” I thought to myself. “Aria” my voice came out parched. I looked at her and tried to remember what happened. I closed my eyes again; we were walking, I stepped down and held a tree branch to push it aside when sharp pain shot through my nerves and then I was no longer in this world. I slowly raised my hand to see the biting marks. I was bitten by a poisonous soul. A poisonous soul was a person at some point in this life but died horribly and unjustly. It kept wandering the human world in any form, mostly animals, in my case a snake, trying to find the chance to possess someone to get back to lif