Bewitched Novels & Stories

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

Flameheart A grand ceremony was held to celebrate my victory over Ambrosia, and the atmosphere crackled with excitement and reverence. The air was thick with anticipation as beings of all kinds gathered under the twilight sky, their diverse forms shimmering in the fading light. Witches in flowing robes, vampires with their elegant demeanor, and shifters radiating raw energy filled the clearing, creating a vibrant tapestry of unity. Lanterns adorned with intricate designs hung from trees, casting a warm glow that illuminated the faces of the gathered crowd.

Maria said with a smile "Yes my lady he is" the witch said then a shapeshifting animal came flying towards her, it came in as a crow then shifted into a cat when he reached her then it lay on her hand "We will be attacking the prince from below... don't forget to enchant your blood with poison so that if the vampire bites you she will be infected" Maria said Maria snapped her fingers and a broom appeared out of no where... she started flying out of the hall and the other witches followed Rinaric (the village of vampires)

It isn't the same shimmer as a ghosting. If someone is bewitched they have a subtle pink shimmer, it’s only noticeable by the change of wind. It's like the glaze that is over them, controlling them has to change direction when the wind hits or it will lift just slightly which will allow the bewitched to become coherent enough to call for help, it is the only way I can explain it. “Thank you Derrick, summers are rough, so who was Ricky’s mother?” I asked, pretending to sip my coffee, I could smell the tiger's eye before I took my first sip. I have been playing along for now.

It was the colour of a blood moon, of an ancient, foul fire that consumed everything it touched. In that frozen moment, everything crashed into place with the force of a physical blow. Beatrice had been bitten, makers for chaos. It wasn’t a rogue bite. It was a defilement. She hadn’t been turned, she had been infested. My mind screamed a single, horrifying word. Demon.

"Agatha, please...you misunderstand in your jealousy..." "Jealousy!" The witch screeched. "I hate you and all you stand for! This realm will die without you...you are all egotistical and vain creatures! You hunt and destroy my kind and those of my love, Lord Albescu...and the demons! Like the spider and the mosquito we all have the right to exist! But you! You have been found to be Lord Albescu's mate? What a joke, right?" Bethany was crying in pain, tears of blood, as she coughed up more blood under the witch's cruel spell trap.

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

“Well, like I said, Beatrice Caldwell was many things. She was powerful and even possessed a hybrid bloodline: she was a half-witch and half-wolf. She was also intelligent, a skilled healer, and Jacob loved her so much. Everyone in the pack loved her too, but she had a weakness.” “What weakness?” “Well, the bitch trusted people a lot,” I shrug and gently add another drop of belladonna. “When I befriended her during one of her medical trainings in the pack, she discovered I was practicing dark magic and she threatened to have me arrested and tried by the Lycan Council for practicing forbidden magic. She was going to expose me and I would have been executed. Your mother would have been execute