Bewitched Me Body And Soul の小説・ストーリー

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

He had full control of me, and it made me scared, but at the same time, it was oddly strange—that a part of me liked it. “You have no idea how hard it is to control myself,” he said in a low voice, his breathing getting heavier. “You intoxicate me with your scent, and you bewitch me with your body. I want to claim you, I want to make you mine.” “Please, you’re scaring me,” I pleaded and closed my eyes. I couldn’t see his face; I couldn’t see his expression. But I was sure that it wasn’t him, just like before, it felt like something had taken over him.

"Every part of you belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your soul. I own all of it." "Yes," I gasped, and I meant it completely. In that moment, the distinction between surrender and choice became meaningless. I was choosing to belong to him, and that choice was more powerful than any coercion could ever be. He moved within me with increasing urgency, and I felt my entire consciousness begin to fragment. The present moment blurred with overlapping memories from past lifetimes. I saw myself in his arms across centuries, in different rooms, different eras, different bodies but always with the same burning need to merge completely with him.

Azareel reunites with the chimera animal again in his dream. "O young man, please accept my blessings," said the animal with the head of the goat, after he had finished speaking, a white light filled his vision. Azareel can feel the purest power of that light. It was not like Darrel's light, but it was holier and purer than any power Azareel had ever felt. Just the pressure alone makes the heart feel refreshed, the feeling of physical and mental fatigue relieved thanks to the light. This is the blessing bestowed by the Chimera.

Everyone is against me," I cry. Instantly, my thoughts returned to my beloved. I can't fathom him deceiving me again, but how can I know? Feeling isolated, betrayed, and alone, I start stirring up my suppressed powers. If Jude can find me in another dimension, I can do the same. We're mates, so we're equals. Instantly, I start to chant, conjuring up every power I have. I welcome Lucy's mermaid. I summon Ellie's psychic gift and embrace Nika's ability to travel through realms. Last, I shouted, "Curse me as a werewolf, now!" My entire condo rumbles as I welcome all these spirits into my body. Then I fall into a deep sleep. When I open my eyes, it's morning. I log into my job's attendance app a

Beverly was sitting dead, still glaring at Nicolas. “That’s not true.” Silence fell around Beverly as she sighed. “He used magic and lots of it. In fact, that was how he found a way to bind both wolf and vampire into one body.” Nicolas laughed, but it was an empty laugh. Almost as if he was trying to show that Beverly was talking nonsense, but she continued to explain that Nathaniel had found an ancient grimoire with a spell that could bind any spirit to any living body.

Jennifer replied, “I... didn’t do it of my own volition! However, I recently noticed nothing wrong with joining the Witch Cult. This is a chance.” Looking at Alex, she said with a smile, “Cecilia, this man is decent, but he is disobedient. If you wish to possess him normally, it’d be absolutely impossible. I’m helping you right now. There is a Bewitching Curse in the Witch Cult. After casting the Bewitching Curse, you can make him love only you for the rest of his life, and he will do whatever you tell him to.” Cecilia’s face was filled with tears as she shook vigorously. “I don’t want that! In that case, he will only be a puppet or a doll at the mercy of someone else. What’s the use of that

“Go get the Hybrid for me. You will know where to find her. Kill anyone who gets in the way. Anyone! ” “Yes, master.” The ugly monster disappeared in the shadows, and so was his disgusting scent. “Ember Jacobson, you are one special creature. No one will have you, except me. Your power will be mine, and so as your life and face. I will become you and your soul will drift into nothingness as I take your body.” The witch scanned her ancient book, looking for the forbidden spell that allowed souls to exchange. The witch can't wait for it.

Pain and ecstasy collided, but above all was the flood of her—her love, her strength, her power—searing into my soul. When she pulled back, our foreheads touched, our breaths ragged, our marks glowing faintly with the divine shimmer of the goddess’s blessing. The chant reached its crescendo, the kingdom’s voices shaking the very walls: “Bind in blood. Bind in soul. Bind in bond eternal!” I looked into her eyes—green laced with violet fire—and for the first time in my life, I felt whole. She was mine. I was hers. Not only in word. Not only in flesh. But in soul, forever.

I would do it till I took my last breath and my ghost would take over the job after. We ran up the mountain, two souls, never meant to unite yet binding their souls none the less, with much force to that. We hit the mountain peak and I thought I was going insane. My body shook so hard, sparking all over as if I would explode. The sweetness hit every part of me, having me squeeze in on his dick, my vagina walls contracting as he moaned hard in me. He moved faster with me sinking my teeth in him. I sank them all in, the feeling like witchcraft. It was something that should not have been happening, drawing in his blood and it tasting like the most delicious gold.