Bewitched Novels & Stories

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

The stone was so big for me, I couldn't push it even if I had to put more effort with the help of my wolf, I don't think I can make it love an inch. Surprisingly, the stone shifted by itself. Never knew I'd one day face the great witch of the Darkwood pack. And today seems to be my lucky day. When I return with the full detailed information I need to know, Theo will be surprised. He will learn I was some how smarter than he thinks. "Hello, Miss Hilton, so we finally met." I heard the creepy old voice echo through the walls of the dark cave. "I've heard a lot about you, great witch, and I have come to seek your help."

“I’m a spectacle? Really??” She grabbed another full bottle of saffron and pulled it back over her head like she was throwing a pitch, aiming it directly at Davos head. The bottle flew from his hand and Davos just ducked in time, jumping to the side. The bottle miss him. And it slammed against the wall and broke, Davos looked back at it and then leaped forward, catching Beatrice around the waist and hoisting her up into his arms. Beatrice fought him like a wildcat, but was no match for the huge werewolf, who threw her over his shoulder and marched out of the hall with him.

He was hungry for it, yet it didn't smell nice to him. Damien moved in the dark towards the main city, searching for one's blood that would satisfy him. He was nearing the main city when a hoard of people beleaguered him. They weren't humans. Most of them had odd-coloured hair and white eyes. They were Whigans. Whigans were beings that transitioned from humans to vampires. Those creatures had everything a normal vampire had, except a human form. When humans transform into Whigans, they lose their ability to retain their human physique forever

Then she said, "Dedusa is an evil witch who seeks to become immortal." "I'm sorry, dear, but I still don't comprehend. An evil witch usually resides in a human body. How could she possibly enter our daughter? Are you protecting this witch? Has someone cast a manipulative spell to control our daughter like a puppet?" My anger surged as I questioned, ready to confront anyone attempting to use my daughter as a vessel. I hoped my mate wasn't concealing information about the puppeteer, and I suspected that Dedusa might be a witch.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER JEFF POV These past eight months have been grueling and the most challenging I’ve ever had to deal with. No vampire attacks had happened but for some reason wolves kept coming up missing. Not just from our pack either. It was happening to packs across the country. Rumors of some turning up weeks later, only to attack their own pack as a rabid. My Beta was searching high and low for a witch that would help us. The issue was no witch wanted to help. They all refused either out of fear of the Vampire King or the fear of using black magic and losing their powers all together. I sat at my desk as I contemplated what to do next. Suddenly my wolf Alec perked up and started runnin

she squealed and gave me a hug. I laughed and walked with my arm linked in hers until we got up the apartment. I led her into the closet and let her pick out some clothes to throw on. “So, how formal do I need to dress when visiting Alpha royalty?” Her voice was tinged with nervousness. “Why are you nervous?” I asked curiously. Beatrice looked at me a little startled with the question. She took a seat on the bed and sighed as she fidgeted with her blonde waves. “I’m a pureblooded witch. The majority of shifters I’ve met in life were not kind to my species. Plus …”

“To get back what should’ve always been mine.” I stared at her. “You’re delusional.” The witch ignored me, holding the goblet out to Bridget like some sort of twisted offering. Bridget took it in both hands, lifted it to her lips, and drank. The room tilted with how wrong it felt, watching someone drink my blood like it was wine. She winced at the taste, her nose wrinkling, but she didn’t stop until it was empty. "Yuck," she spat, her mouth twisted in disgust. "Did it work?"