Bewitched Me Body And Soul Novels & Stories

“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.

Valerie placed her palm on my face, her purple eyes peering into the depths of my eyes, sending warmth to my chest. Gwen and the witches began chanting, and soon Valerie joined them. I heard the low echoes of the witches rise beyond a whisper. Their chants echoed in the walls of my soul. My breathing became slow, and my heartbeat lowered. I could hear the faint drumming of my heart. I started to feel my eyelashes grow heavy and tired. A burning sensation spreads around my body, starting from my chest to every bone in my body. The witches' chants began to echo within the walls of my mind. I felt myself being pulled away into obscure darkness.

I explained it to him “So….. you think she was a WITCH?” Draco further questioned me with a raised eyebrow “Ahhh…. I… I don’t think so she was a WITCH… because a WITCH cannot turn into a ghostly spirit….. If a witch is killed by any other way then burning her she can always revived her body once she found a new body but until then her spirit remain trapped inside her own body no matter how miserable condition it might be in… her body acts as a vessel from which her spirit cannot escape… also an only way to kill a Witch is to burn her body, but if that happened then her spirit is burned with it and she can no longer revived…” I explained Draco, who thought on my words for moment

“Soul Snatch!” Faster than she could react, I plunged my hand into her body and grabbed my target. I yanked out her wispy soul and watched her head droop down. The wispy woman looked from me to her body and tried to break away from me. “Let go of me you wretch! Put me back in my body!” Monica snapped hatefully. Interestingly, even though her arm had been ripped off, her soul still had both because she tried to punch me with the arm that had been removed. “I promise you will rue the day you scoffed at my curse, wretched child! You’re going to be the reason they die- And maybe the guilt will eventually kill you too! Destroy my body and my soul, but my curse will end you.”

Chelsea, the top slut at the club had her legs around his waist as she kissed all over his neck and seductively unbuttoned his shirt. Chelsea ran her hands through his chest and abs, trying to arose him, just the way he liked it. He merely sat still and watched her do her thing until a surge of pull flamed over him. Just like a metal is drawn to a magnet, such was what he felt, like an invisible force was pulling his soul to something Thinking it will diminish to nothing after a few minutes, Damien ignored the feeling. How wrong was he, the pull got stronger. His body heated up, not because of the intimate session between Chelsea and him , but because he was fighting off the pull

The words escaped, my lips knowing that he knew what I meant only for his arms to hold me tighter, shaking his head as he himself started chanting, taking over for the witches. He rocked me, brushing my hair and chanting. He never gave up as I screamed, thrashing in his embrace. My body turned in every direction, more and more blood spilling. The night passed, the morning greeting us yet no one moved from where they were, not leaving their royals even if it meant they would stay there and die of hunger. Hours on hours passed, my body now limp, eyes barely open, my soul dying along with my wolf. I knew it was just about time before it all snapped. There would be just a body moving yet my so

Her eyes burned with madness and hate. And she was reaching for me. Not my body but my soul. Her name echoed deep in my bones without a single sound. My chest tightened painfully. I felt the slow pull, like unseen hooks snagging my spirit, dragging me closer. “This witch,” I hissed between clenched teeth. But the pull only grew stronger. My will began to weaken, as if she was dragging my very essence across scorching embers. My skin chilled, my vision blurred. The mirror flared bright red, and inside my mind, I screamed, tearing at invisible chains.

It was one of those moments when you realized your brilliant idea was not so brilliant after all. Out of the gaping mouths of the revenants, tiny beams of light appeared. Their souls. Ava continued to chant as one by one she yanked the souls out from the bodies of their host. Without their souls, the bodies of the revenants crumbled into sand. Into her body, Ava absorbed them all. After the last had entered, she remained suspended in the air. Moments later, her body started floating back to the ground. Each of them took a step back as Ava faced them. Penny growled.

A scorching heat burned from beneath my lids. I knew from the shocked gasp that rose around me that they were glowing. I felt my body lift from the ground slightly. I became a breathing vessel for something ancient and forbidden. I gave it the heartbeat it had been longing for. I could see the warrior's soul flickering, as it held on desperately to little strands of life. It glowed black, corrupted by something evil. My hands reached out to tug at the strings. I felt some essence leave my body to dispel the evil binding his soul. The black glow disappeared, replaced by a dull white light. His injured body stirred slightly, having received a vial of life.

But Celeste was frozen, the three souls within her fighting for control as my power spread through the rite site. As the last piece of my consciousness was pulled into the crystal, I sent one final message to Amara's mind: Your mother greets you on the other side. Touch the crystal. Learn the truth. Then darkness took me. But not death. No, something else. Inside the crystal, I felt other presences. Other drinks. The souls of every witch who had ever tried to break the mate bonds, stuck here by the original spell. And among them, a familiar essence—one I had not felt in eighteen years.