Bewitched Sisters Novels & Stories

One dark night, as the coven traveled a war torn expanse within a no mans land portion of the veil, Gedeon ambushed Bellona and 7 other coven witches. They were brought to Gedeon’s’ lands, where the Blood Stalker Pack reigned. It was here, Gedeon executed the 7 coven sisters, and brutally raped Bellona. None of the spells Bellona tried worked to free her. The brethren had cursed the cells and walls of the castle, she could do nothing to free herself.

the guard said with a bow as he made his way out of the royal dining chambers. The Divine sisters are two immortal witches who are linked to the most magical thing in existence – The Tree of Magic. The Tree of Magic is as old as time itself and as old as both worlds. The Divine Sisters are witches whose lives are tied to its. Like the tree, no matter what happens by whatsoever means and by any incident that occurs, those witches can never die.

I say shrugging my shoulders again. “We can help with that.” Suddenly, a voice rings out through the night air behind us. We all turn to see Seven Women in beautiful blue cloaks approaching us. The woman at the front of the line bows her head at Erebus and I, “I am Sister Jasper, High Witch of the Coven of the Lunar Star.” “Water witches,” I whisper to Erebus as he pulls me behind him in a defensive move and growls lowly into the night.

The witches looked surprised and turned to one another seemingly communicating through a mind-link of their own. “Is it a chosen mate bond or fated?” the second sister asked. “It is fated,” I responded, needing to know what they knew. “Oh dear,” the third sister replied. “What?” I asked taking a step closer to them. “May I see your mark?” the second sister asked. I tilted my head, baring my neck to the witches.

Alejandra’s POV “What’s your name?” Kyle asked the girl who was now in my father’s office with me and Kyle. Jake was also in the room—Kyle had decided to move the warriors from the Blood Moon Pack who were stationed here, from camp to the packhouse. “Theana. I’m the witch you assigned to guard the Night Hunter Pack. I hope you still remember,” the girl replied. I turned to Kyle, who nodded in response to the girl’s words. “I did ask the witches to work with the warriors to guard several packs. However, as far as I recall, the witches betrayed us and sided with the council,” Kyle replied. “So I punished them by handing them over to the Ministry of Magic on Avelios Island.”

She sneered. At this rate, Phidelia knew what to expect next and instantly felt the need to do something. But what? Just then, a thought clicked; without warning, she rushed into her sister's body– possessing her without thinking of the complications. Tina on the other hand felt her ego badly bruised with Phidel’s words– without giving a heads on, she rose her hand in attempt to do justice for herself but before it could land to it's destination; a hand held it mind way– followed by a familiar face and the well built body of Rowan which gradually came between them.

It was easier that way than facing the possibility that I may have just lost my best friend. When the devil is adamant that you have a bad day, I don’t think anybody can stop it. The loud clicks at the door, and the extra loud laughter with my coworkers from the hallway, was all I needed to know that my bad day was just about to get worse. My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory.

No wonder Anna went to work in Mexican cartel territory this time. "Your sister met a good friend who said there was a way to make money. Who would have thought that your sister would be tricked into entering Mexican cartel territory? Deena, I admit I did you wrong, but she's your sister. You can't just stand by and do nothing!" My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes. I looked at my mother with a sneer. "All these years, I always doubted whether I was your biological daughter. If I hadn't secretly done a maternity test, I wouldn't have believed that you gave birth to me, no matter what you said."

Michaela The twilit world awaiting that night’s full moon felt strange and dreamlike. Maybe it was the surrealism that always came from a long-awaited event. The memorial ceremony for my sister had been planned for so long, and warped so many lives around it – especially mine. The ritualism of the memorial, with Andreas’s entire pack gathered at dusk in our sacred forest clearing, only made it more ethereal. Or maybe it was because I was hidden downwind in the woods, watching from afar as my old pack mourned my lost sister and knowing all but one of them believed I’d helped her murderers.

The light in her eyes was gone, and the anger and pain were quite visible again. “The people who kidnapped your sister weren't human traffickers. They hunted down werewolves and killed them. Adriana believed there was an experiment going on in the place where they were kidnapped. Experiments used on werewolves.” My jaw hung open and my breath hitched in my throat as I listened to Valerie's explanation. Silence fell between us as I struggled to understand what he had said. “You mean… this… this people aren't normal criminals–” “No, they're after something,” Valerie said. She got up from the chair and trudged towards me then placed her hand on my shoulder.