Bewitched Me Body And Soul Novels & Stories

They seemed to be the soul of the witches. I should have been relieved, but the pain only grew stronger. I shifted into Dominic’s body but didn’t let him take over. I walked towards where the souls were standing like smoke shaped into a human form and saw them circling around something or… someone. I knew who they were. The souls of the witches. My heart drummed loudly against my chest. I moved through them and when my eyes followed their line of sight, which was focused on the ground, my world crumbled down at my feet. My body slumped and I fell to my knees as I stared at the body of—-

they burned when I opened them again, and by the shock on the faces of the four possessed women, I knew that they were no longer made of that whiskey brown color of the human body, but of the dark pink, magenta, coming from the infernal soul underneath. I was raised from the ground by my own magic, with colorful clouds that jumped from my fingertips and made shadows around me, like a shield of pure magic. My conscience was still human, but my body was made of everything and nothing. Solid and liquid. My hair swered, blown by a ghost breeze that obeyed the laws themselves.

She voiced out, and I nodded. “You will get your revenge, you will have Remus' head, and you will be the Ruler of all the werewolf race, but what do you have to offer?” My voice, mixed with the dark ones, boomed again. Mariel shivered, and she only mouthed, "My soul…” A cackling laugh left me, and the darkness crept out of me and took control of Mariel's body. The deal was done.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

"Well, I was just wondering how I was able to get to know you. Out of the million other people leaving in the previous world that we came from, why was I the one chosen to be the incomplete soul to transmigrate into this world." Audrey would be lying if she would say that she was not bothered in the least by that curse that was placed upon the previous owner of her body by the apprentice necromancer. After all, it was not just about the old Audrey. But it also concerned about her identity as the incomplete soul who took over the body after the possession. It was said in the cursed that an incomplete soul would possess the body of the old Audrey and that soul would bring the utter distraction

Helpless by the matters of the heart, I had again switched sides after promising not to do that. “Again, with the sympathy, weakling?” The old witch huffed. “It’s embarrassing how easily you can get manipulated by an incubus.” “You had no right to command an attack on him after he and I had resolved the issue!” I roared. She moved back her neck and squinted her eyes. “Silly Billy weakling. Do you think him setting your contract on fire, insulting us, and offering you to live with him forever in some uninhabitable place where you would have to sleep on rocks can be called a solved problem? It’s insane how quickly passionate lovemaking and muscular bodies can destroy young women’s brain cells.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly

Her soul latched on to my body, not wanting to let go. Still I was not willing to have a bloody banshee take over my body, not when I was this beautiful. So with more effort than I was willing to admit I forced her soul to depart from my body and enter the liquid. When I could no longer feel the banshee and the taste of death I croaked out a chant, making sure her soul is mixed into the potion.

Louis Beatrice couldn’t see that and made the decision to do the soul transfer. Then he went to a witch coven. He asked many witches to do the soul transfer to Laura Beatrice from Rosy Grace on earth. But no witch accepted his request. Then, he found a witch who was interested in black magic. She wanted a dead body and he wanted a soul. For their interests, they committed sins that imbalance the course of nature. They forcefully separated her soul from a healthy body and let her body deteriorate further. Laura Beatrice’s body rejected Rosy Grace’s soul but they somehow made it fit with the help of black magic and an elixir.

she murmured, crouching down to place her palm over the maid's chest. A dark, swirling mist began to emanate from Lust's body, sinking into the maid's form. The air grew heavy, crackling with unholy energy as Lust's essence invaded the woman. The maid's body arched violently, her hands clawing at the ground, and her eyes snapped open—now glowing with an eerie, crimson hue. The transformation was complete.