Bewitched Sisters Novels & Stories

Victoria looked grey, like she was going to be sick. "What's wrong?" "I was wrong. They aren't after the twins. They took Ellen." "What do you mean? Who are they? "The Gideon Witches." "The what?" "The Gideon Witches are dark witches. They use death and sacrifices to become more powerful. They're taken, Ellen. I tried to track her, but I was not strong enough. Only you can find her. You have the strongest link to her." "Tell me what to do." Victoria started chanting in some creepy language. Before she could finish, Maddox, Damon, and Lucy burst through the door.

But I'd like to stay for a bit more and find out what they're arguing about. "Krishna, this is a dangerous move. If we fail resurrecting the Great Witch, we will die!" I heard Delta's distressed reply. My mouth slightly went agape. In this coven, I have sixteen sisters, and one leader. We call our leader the High Priestess. Krishna has two most trusted witches who act as her assistants, Delta and Smoke. Which also happens to be my close friends. I've been with them for ten years, ever since I was twelve. And Krishna's going to waste all that years just for resurrecting the mother of all witches, which is impossible?

"Whatever, they are too kind and funny to be evil, leave that for Arizona; she is the evil one. Good night my dear wolves, tomorrow is my date with my Prince charming" Odin told the wolves yawning in process. She slept off. Back in the chamber the Elite sisters were, Liva, Olivia, Ara and Annabel were sitting in a circle form, black candle burning in their midst. "You know what to do, Annabel, once the prince sees you, he would forget about anything else and do what you tell him to do". Olivia told their youngest sisters. Annabel nodded. "I know sisters". Liva started making some incantations. A ghostly form came out right from the black candle.

“This is the heart of our coven. History, spell, rituals. Everything thing you need to know us in here” I brushed my fingers against the shelves. “Now, I must warn you to be careful” I turned to her. “Why?” “You're the new high priestess. It means you are now a target for people who want to steal your powers. People like the Dark Sisters” “The what now?” “A coven of witches known as the Dark Sisters. They don't play by the rules and specialize in black magic. They are dangerous and cunning. Usually, they work for people who pay them enough to hurt others. They are a menace, to say the least”

My Beta just growls back to me, oh I hope it’s not the two of them that are coming. “Morgan, Diona and Nessa please step forward” The sister says and I watch as my Beta swears under his breath. The three witches step forward and slip their robes off leaving them in all black with a small satchel over their shoulder. All three are dressed identical with their hair braided back, they look the part.

Just when I thought it was all over, I felt a loud and painful vibration in my head, making me groan so loudly as I lost the last feeling of consciousness within me. **** **** I opened my eyes, feeling quite dead. Eyeing my surroundings, I recognized the place as my bedroom, but frowned when I saw three strange women standing before me. "Ryan Baxter!" One of them called out to me, her voice echoing in my head. No, this wasn't good. Who were these women, and how the fuck did they get in here?! "We are 'the sisters'. Elders of the witches coven, and part of the supernatural council." Okayyyy, I knew who they were now. But what did they want here?

Fearing that we might seek pleasure recklessly and invite disaster, the Elders of the Covenant decreed that the first duty of every newly adult witch is to choose a suitable partner—an alliance meant to strengthen our ties with other races. Today, we had just arrived at the sacred altar and barely had time to study the diverse males gathered before us when the girl beside me nudged my arm. "I saw your sister, Ella, on the way here. She kept running toward the Shadow Forest, and no one could stop her. Is she not joining the ceremony?" The moment she spoke, everything clicked into place. It seemed I wasn't the only one reborn. My dear sister had returned from our previous life as well. And the

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

It was noticeable even to me, who was here for only a week. In addition to Lane and Venira, about thirty people with a dark gift lived on the estate, among whom were both adults and children. They teamed up with only one goal: to destroy the artifact that suppresses the darkness in women. Caroline Lint, who was the head of this small community of the dark ones, who called themselves the Sisters of Darkness, ran everything here.

Iris and Norlina both had blood red hair and the eyes to match, and their skin is flawless. They were all powerful and we could all feel it. “Kree’s daughters,” Nixon noted. The three sisters nodded. They’re from a coven of sixteen sisters, much like the Coven of the Witches of Darkness, the witches of the Dark Lord. They’re from the Coven of the Witches of Light, the witches of the Great Witch. “Our mother has sent us here to help you because a great crime has been committed against us too and we would love to help you avenge it,” Rezona spoke up.