Bewitched Novels & Stories

“How does she know that?” Before he could respond however, the snotty voice that belonged to the witch in question came from the open door behind me. “I have my ways”, she said as she walked into the room where we stood and sashayed over to my mate to link her arm through his. Bianca wasn’t actually a witch, she was more like a devil’s incarnate in blonde disguise. I hated her exactly two seconds after meeting her when she had looked at me like I was worthless and then proceeded to embrace my mate in a way that was entirely too seductive even for my innocent mind.

She watched the Priestess dip the tip of her fingers in the bowl of glimmering water that was carved in the altar, the water suddenly turning blood-red. “Olympian,” the Priestess said all of a sudden. Diana let out a small gasp, startled by the unnatural sound. The overlapping voices that slipped past the Priestess’ lips. Her eyes were glowing brighter now, and her green hair was floating around her gently, like a halo. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” Hecate said —again with those different, overlapping voices, her head turning slowly to look at Ares. The god remained impassive at the change, looking the Priestess in the eyes.“I wish to bind myself to this mortal, through Holy matrimony,”

She was right! Zeuck: — Who? The village women are so beautiful! Kataleya: — No! Belton: — Are there witches? Kataleya: — Just a sorceress! The Cataruda. Debon trembling: — And? Kataleya: — She takes over all the men who pass by! Zeuck: — Well, if she's beautiful I wouldn't mind if she took over me and... Kataleya: — Yes, you would care! She would take something from you..

She recalled this terrible smell, when once their pack caught some of the witches at the border, doing voodoo. Scarlett knew they had no heart. Their heart had turned dark once they decided to rebel against their coven. Kind of a curse of their Goddess Hecate. Just like the rogues! Even more dangerous! Scarlett's blurred vision snapped up to the woman, alarmed. However, it was too late! How could she not realise at the beginning!? Dark witches could do any spell and change their scents! "Wh-at did you mix in the water? What... I..." She stood up, stumbled and tried to touch the woman, yet she couldn't as her limbs were not supporting her. She was in the sign of paralysed!

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly

If I knew, I shouldn't have assumed wrongly about him. This girl was a bitch, I couldn't wait to get rid of her. As I watched her, I could tell she was getting details about that werewolf so I placed a hand forward and began to interfere with her senses via the wind so she couldn't get anymore knowledge of the werewolf and it seemed to work out because the next thing she gasped for breath and opened her eyes. “What the hell is going on with you, witch?” One of the werewolf said causing me to open my eyes and give him a dirty stare.

She looked scared like there weren't humans like her there. "How suffocating? You talk a lot too" "She wants me to join the bride's maid. I literally just got here" she said and heard a call from a distance "Mrs. Moretti!" Adrian pulled her by her wrist and took her away. He closed the door behind them before he let go of her wrist. "Whose room is this?" She whispered "If you care so much, you can leave" he held the knob. She held her hand out to stop him

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

"You carry the same residue that gives strength to the Beasts — a mixture of the original corruption and the Witch's blessing. The latter can be extracted and supply them with the life force that they once had. So, once I push you in there, the mana flowing in you will be attracted to the closest compatible vessel. . ." With his instinct telling him he's now fighting a battle with his life in line, he argued, "W-Why are you telling me this. .? You told me yourself that my mana energy is poor and—" "Far from ordinary, enough to revive one of them," she interrupts. "It has been years since cases of Beast attacks abnormally rose in the neighboring countries. And among those incidents, something