Bewitched Novels & Stories

Valerie placed her palm on my face, her purple eyes peering into the depths of my eyes, sending warmth to my chest. Gwen and the witches began chanting, and soon Valerie joined them. I heard the low echoes of the witches rise beyond a whisper. Their chants echoed in the walls of my soul. My breathing became slow, and my heartbeat lowered. I could hear the faint drumming of my heart. I started to feel my eyelashes grow heavy and tired. A burning sensation spreads around my body, starting from my chest to every bone in my body. The witches' chants began to echo within the walls of my mind. I felt myself being pulled away into obscure darkness.

“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?

“Then, my sweet little mate… you’ll be mine completely.” “No…” I whispered, shaking my head, but the air felt heavier now—thicker. Wrong. “Start doing your work,” Damien ordered the witches. “Alpha,” one of them said carefully, “we’ll need you to restrain her. This spell requires focus.” Damien didn’t hesitate. He grabbed both my wrists tightly, his fingers digging into my skin. His grip was like iron. I kicked, I squirmed, but he didn’t let go. “Pl-please… don’t,” I sobbed, but he ignored me, nodding to the witches. “Start.” The witches raised their hands in unison, their palms glowing with eerie light. They chanted in a strange language, their voices low but growing louder, weaving around

Melissa said. “I can't imagine you two walking to the aisle together. The stupid low-life fools would definitely mock us, saying you left them for someone like that,” Mrs McCarthy said. Mother and daughter gossiped, ignoring Lauren that was standing there staring at them. “I am never choosing any of them, Alex or those fools,” Melissa said. “Trust me, I am planning something great for you, and I am sure you will like it,” Mrs McCarthy said, winking at Melissa. “Mum, just forget about that cripple, I am never going to get married to someone like him,” Melissa said.

The light swirled, deep blue and silver with hints of violet in them, twisting like liquid smoke. Bianca's eyes widened in horror. "What is going on? What are you doing?" The witches began to chant softly, their voices blending in strange harmonies that didn't sound human. "Velithas.. more thal.. sereth in aeon..." The more the chanted, the more the air thickened, and the glow grew brighter and brighter, spinning faster until the center burst open into what looks like a swirling vortex of light. The sound it made was both beautiful and terrifying.. like a thousand whispers echoing all at once.

“… triggering the curse completely.” A curse. The word burrowed deep. What was he talking about? Both Nick and Drake straightened instantly. Nick pulled me away from the stranger while Drake took a step closer to Matteo, slow and calculated. “What do you know about Vivian?” He demanded. Matteo held his stare head-on. “Enough to know you’ve been living in a delusion. You think she’s just a rogue witch? She’s not the same person you dated. She’s a blood witch binding an entire species to ruin. And Betsy is the key she needs.”

“Explain.” He laughed once, humorless. “Bianca Weller.” The name was small and potent. “She was a witch, a woman from a village they burned because of rumors. They called them witches and they had reasons. Bianca… Bianca found a prince. Lured him with potion, songs, promises. Marriage. A union built on artifice and a witch’s craft.” “You’re speaking in riddles,” I said. “Tell me plainly.”

I coughed and vomited, feeling my head swell instantly with a massive headache. With a sharp hiss, Lazarus said, "They're going sugar crazy!" He did the same for Duran and Valko. The two werewolves collapsed onto the ground, clutching their heads and groaning. "Velma, come here now!" Miranda demanded. "You need to throw this crap up." But Velma gnashed and clawed at her, fulling her jaws with more treats. "It's pointless," a smooth female voice came from behind us. “She has become addicted to the enchanted sugar.”

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

“You were… you were possessed. You attacked us.” The words hit me like a freight train. “What?” My eyes dart across her body and I freeze when I catch sight of the deep gashes on her shoulder, the blood smeared across her shirt. My stomach turns. “Did I… did I do that?” She nods, quickly adding, “But it wasn’t you, Xander. It was never you. You were bewitched. That thing.. whatever it was, it took over you. You weren’t yourself.” A cold shiver shoots down my spine, settling in my chest like ice. Bewitched. The very word carries weight, darkness, like something ancient and cruel had crawled inside me and made me its puppet.