Novelas y relatos de Bewitched

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

I yelp in pain and fall to the ground and change back to my human form. “Master!!!” The witch shouts, running to him as the dust settles. A pile of rubble now settles where Elina once stand. Elina! No, she can’t be dead. She can’t! “Your little light show was fun.” My heart flutters when I hear her voice. She’s okay. She moves away from the broken bricks and walks towards the witch, the Titus, in wolf form. “But now I’m done playing your game.” With a snap of her finger, both Titus and the witch float in the air. She clenches her fist. They both scream loud in pain. Titus changes back to his human form as the blood accumulates in pockets all over their bodies.

now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, isn't that just a myth? The more Aza thought, the more confused he was with the contents of the book. Or maybe this is a fairy tale book that he accidentally read and fell asleep, while sleeping the book hit his head so that he forgot that he had the book and read it last night, ok like that. "Argh! No logic, no logic, no logic! What the hell!" Aza grumbled in frustration. "Aza! Come down! Let's eat!" At the moment the confusion in Aza's mind widened, Aubrey's voice was like a savior for Aza who was thinking so hard that he was confused by what he was thinking.

Honestly I'd spent almost everyday wishing they'd just killed me. I touched my cheek gently, moving over the pink scar below my eye. When Gerwulf had kissed me, he had burned my skin. Because of this people now started to call me 'witch kissed' , saying I was as cursed as him. Truthfully I had begun to believe so. My life had been plagued with bad luck ever since that night, only in the last moments being saved by the grace of the moon goddess and having my life spared.

“Fuck, Azazel, help her.” He nods his head and walks to Creighton’s table with a purposeful look. “She’s a Breija, Creighton. Does that affect how she views the book?” Creighton’s head snaps up at his words and arches a brow. “I’m trying, you wanker. Just give me a minute to think.” He looks at the book again, then looks back up. “Shit, that’s it! The book is a powerful tome that was enchanted by witches. In the past, witches enchanted books to keep other witches from their magic. Your Breija is magical. The book must have seen her as a threat and spelled her. Perhaps if we divert some of her magic to the book, we can cast her out of the spell.” He looks around for a few more d

she repeated. The witch priestess shrieked with anger, and she cast spells on Elise by conjuring Buprestid beetles (or Jewel beetles) of color bright purple-red. This type of beetles could split a log when they attack. Although Elise did not know this fact, she was sure that these beetles were no good for her. She threw an invisible layer of cloth and caught all of them. She hurled them away against the wall, near the altar, and the Buprestid beetles scattered all over the wall.

Bianca whispered. Aislen felt her hair lift under the energy, gasping as the witches around her, all the witches and warlocks of Havermouth, focused their energy on Bianca, the electrostatic charge fizzing between them. She couldn’t resist but to open her eyes, and saw that sweat was beading on Bianca’s face, her teeth were bared in a grimace, and her nostrils flaring as she sucked in air. She felt the floorboards beneath her shake, heard the shift of glass in the window panes, and the movement of air, a silent thunderclap that rang in her ears, a shift of pressure, as Bianca released it, and then it was gone, the connection with the other witches severed abruptly.

It scared me at first, but I soon just accepted it and let the strange pull take over. When she turned fourteen, I couldn't take not being in her life anymore, so I went to a family friend of ours. Adisa was a gifted witch, and I asked her to put memories of me in Jillie's head. After reading my intentions and coming to a conclusion, it wasn't to hurt Jillie, she did what I asked, and we'd been friends since then. Of course, Jillie thinks we've been friends since our diaper days. As does everyone else around us, except for my parents, Carson, who found out simply by common sense, the little bit he possesses, and Mason and Alyx, Mason's girlfriend.

The witch had come after like an hour of waiting for her, "I apologize for being late, was in the middle of something when you requested my presence" "That's okay. Shall we begin?", Lucien said as the witch was already briefed on what was going on. "Yes Alpha, we may begin". The witch's voice was heard as she started whispering some words cause it was certain that, whatever drug Rebekah had given Lucien was made by a witch and that was why it was so effective to break it, they would also need a strong witch, "welcome it Alpha Lucien", the witch said to him as she went on with her chanting",

He held her hand nevertheless and made her stand. Beatrice gasped and sighed, holding unto the Lord's arm. "I'm so sorry for startling you. I just thought that I had seen a sword of this resemblance." She said and laughed. The Lord nodded as he stared at her to see her eyes were back to normal and she wasn't even aware of what had happened to her. Sighing, he turned his back towards her and glanced at the mansion. His Little Beattle was not just a Cold-blooded Vampire but also.....A Witch! TBC