Bewitched Novels & Stories

Ashton's eyes widened in surprise as he finally pinpointed the true origin of Elise's deadly allure. Elise practiced not only the bewitching arts but also possessed a pair of soul-shaking eyes known as the Bewitching Gaze. Those lacking formidable willpower would almost certainly be instantly captivated by a single look, consigning their soul to become nothing more than a puppet under her absolute command.

I feel so safe, so steady when he’s around. I shouldn’t allow myself to feel this way. As a Venusian Witch and the soon-to-be queen, it’s my duty to uphold the rules. Instead, I’m breaking one of the most inflexible rules by being in the Werewolf’s company and by accepting his help. But what choice do I have? It’s not accepting help from him that makes me feel guilty, but how I feel when he’s around. It would have been different if I was only reluctantly accepting his help, but I like being around him far too much. I’m craving his company. Something about him pulls me to him.

The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual. The maidens lined up, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. The divine witch began her incantations, her voice rising and falling with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very ground they stood on. She moved slowly, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she passed by each maiden. Finally, she stopped in front of a young woman named Isabella. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The witch placed her hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and a bright light enveloped them both.

Some backed away, shrieking in pain; they resembled pale emotionless flames in appearance. “We need to weaken them!” Zoey gritted through clenched teeth, sweat forming on her brow. She waved her hands in a graceful but deadly dance, and the ground beneath the witches cracked open. Vines of white energy snaked up from the fissures, wrapping around the witches’ shadowy bodies, and binding them. Their screams pierced through the darkness, but Zoey didn’t waver. She twisted her fingers, tightening the binds, and trapped the witches in place. One witch, her face half-formed in the mist, spat venomous words, her voice was low and terrifying,

"The perfume was a Bewitching Scent I think. It's been banned in every pack up here for as long as I can remember. Years ago, it was used and almost wiped out an entire Alpha line. After that, everyone agreed to never use it again." "What about her seeing Ironfang when it wasn’t there? Or Ronan looking like me?” Damian asked. "The Bewitching Scent doesn't do any of that. What Amelia is describing is called the Blackveil Illusion. It makes you see whatever the caster wants them to see,” Theo said. Damian scoffed. "How low will that coward stoop? Dark witches? No wolf has ever allied with a witch, let alone a dark witch." “No one has cast that spell in a long time; most witches with that kind

Mom eventually decided not to move the plant. Over the next few days, she realized its leaves were growing larger. They ended up splitting open, and a crimson liquid that looked like blood oozed out. Its fragrance was intoxicating, as if there was a magical aspect of it in the way it drew attention. Mom became obsessed with studying the plant, even abandoning her job in the factory. After experimenting for some time, she discovered that injecting that red liquid into the human body could change a person's scent, even making them more attractive to the opposite sex.

“And yet you dug up dead bodies and created a sex spell to bind me and the Alphas.” Dominic stiffened in shock beside me. “You were behind that?” he growled and jumped to his feet. “You dug up the corpses of my brothers!” “Stop!” I yelled with the remaining ounce of strength and grabbed Dominic in panic. “Not here! Please.” “What is all this noise?” Beatrice walked in hastily and looked around. Her inquisitive gaze fell on the witch. “Who is she?” “I am Elvira Winters.” The witch introduced herself. “I am sister to Sage.”

“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.

She closed her eyes exhaling deeply before taking a step away from the tree. “Where do you think you're going?” Katherina asked resting her left arm on the tree obstructing Danica. Danica smirked. “Two vampires,” Danica said. “Is she a witch?” Katherina asked looking at Iago who was standing next to her. “She is just a feeble supernatural with the power of elemental manipulation.” Iago mocked. Danica clenched her fist glaring at them, her eyes flashing blue. “Get away from my aunt.” Michaela said pushing her hands through the air. Katherina and Iago got moved away, they got back on their feet but this little witch was getting their brains fried.

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.”