Bewitched Me Body And Soul Novels & Stories

“You haven’t been poisoned. What you’re experiencing is the Lucost Glow.” I blinked through the pain. “Lucost… what?” “It’s a sign,” Caspian said, his face grim. “The Witch’s magic has activated. Her black curse… it’s no longer just claiming your child’s life.” He took my hand gently in his clawed one. “It’s coming for you now. Beatrice is summoning you into her realm. She’s not done yet, Sai. She wants your soul. She wants you dead.” And immediately, I fell. Dead?

"Be careful." He quickly ran away from her but immediately stopped and looked at her again. "I forgot something." "What is it, Bucho?" “To kiss you," he said and quickly robbed her a kiss on the cheek. Lord, why? Why did you let this crazy man kiss me! What a big nightmare!

Three more bodies lay inside, so badly decomposed I couldn't even identify their faces or gender. I stumbled backward, the urge to run taking control over my body. The plant's roots were stretched into all four containers, piercing into each of the bodies as if it were feeding on them. Amidst the silence in the hidden chamber, Jean spoke again. "Do you know… your mom kills someone every month?" A sharp ringing filled my ears the moment her words fell. Then, I learned about a version of Mom I had never known through Jean. Jean told me how Mom would abduct a living person—mostly women—every month. She'd keep them locked in the attic, drawing their blood daily to nourish the plant in the center

"Cover me up." "Huh?" I foolishly asked, not because I didn't hear what she'd just said, but because I didn't want to hear. She wasn't supposed to die now, I needed her. "You heard me." The pellucidity of her skin had become more worse, as her time left was ticking fast. I quickly raised the blanket over her, covering all parts of her body except from her neck and head. She took in a deep breath, then sighed again before continuing. "My time has finally come, and yours is just beginning. You had the full meaning of my name right, so you already have my blessings. But listen to this, I will not be gone forever. Temporarily, I am you and you are me. My soul will reside inside of yours, and you

He turned round to see her bowed low on the ground. “What do you mean accident?” asked Alaric stiffly. “Enlighten me, witch.” “I-I’m M-Mary Crossborough, y-your m-majesty. I’m a witch of this village. I-I was practicing my wind defense spell this morning inside t-this f-forest. W-When I-I c-casted it, I t-then heard s-someone f-falling on the ground n-not so far away. I-I ran to find who it was and then I saw i-it w-was…a-a…d-dham-p-pir. B-but I-I d-didn’t know h-he w-was y-your c-cousin, your majesty.”

His lips… argghhh I don’t want to lust over those glossy and crimson pouty lips! I badly need to confess and beg for the lord's guidance. I think I am enchanted by evil spirits. A spirit that could make me tremble, pissed off, and thrilled.

“No one can. Unless she carries it. Find it. Tear it from her. Do not fail me, Tremaine.” I reeled back, the blood draining from me. Spells. Stones. Bewitchment. Witches. The word clicked into place like a blade into flesh. They were witches. They all were. Tremaine, Anastasia, the whole lot of them. And my father—my father who had married her—what had she done to him? I stumbled, the floor groaning underfoot, and panic drove me to flee. But something anchored me there. A need to see, to know. My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch.

Zion lunged, biting Max and tearing away a large piece of flesh from his shoulder. Max's guards rushed in, both in human and wolf forms, accompanied by witches ready to join the battle. As if on cue, Jessica's aunt and her coven stepped through a portal. Joining hands, they started a chant, focusing on healing Marco, while Jessica, in her wolf form, tried to protect her mate. Sky, in her wedding dress, didn't hesitate; she unleashed her banshee scream as she transformed into her wolf, issuing a powerful growl that made everyone halt and turn toward her.

“I am descended from the goddess. From her power, her blood, her body. I’m half wolf, half Lycan. I also have witch’s blood, which gives me power-” “Okay.” Toya waved me off and then pulled me into her arms, but froze when I hissed. Pain radiated up my spine, from my head, and my arm and I realized that the lost soul, the woman, had somehow hurt my shell, my body. Everything she did to my soul transferred to my body. “What’s wrong?” I watched as she pulled away from me and realized I was dripping blood. “Fuck. Wendy, go get the first aid kit.” “What why?” Wendy stood and ran out of the room, coming back with the kit.

“He was dead, Cedric… but his soul couldn’t rest. It cried out to the witches. They heard him. They… they brought him back, but not as a man. Not really. He was just a shadow—his body rotting, his soul hollow.” My breath caught. A zombie. That’s why she had screamed at Anastasia. She’d seen it before. “He was tricked. The witches put demons in him—to control him, to keep his body from falling apart. He became their puppet.” Her voice trembled, her tears falling freely now. “And they ordered him to stop me from mating with you. He resisted at first. But when he failed... they told him to kill me.” I could feel her shaking. I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly as sobs wracked her bod