Bewitched Theme Novels & Stories

I gritted. Silence. Then the shadows swirled and condensed. And she stepped out. Beatrice stood in the middle of my living room like she owned the place, her body wrapped in something black and indecent, torn in places to reveal bare skin and power pulsing beneath. Her eyes were no longer blue. They were black. Not dark—black. Like ink. Like death. A slow, cruel smile tugged at her mouth. “Miss me?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Her body shimmered again, and in seconds, she was gone. The shadows swallowed her.

The witch had come after like an hour of waiting for her, "I apologize for being late, was in the middle of something when you requested my presence" "That's okay. Shall we begin?", Lucien said as the witch was already briefed on what was going on. "Yes Alpha, we may begin". The witch's voice was heard as she started whispering some words cause it was certain that, whatever drug Rebekah had given Lucien was made by a witch and that was why it was so effective to break it, they would also need a strong witch, "welcome it Alpha Lucien", the witch said to him as she went on with her chanting",

The witches, their voices harmonizing in an ancient language, created a melodic cacophony that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the night. Their words were a tapestry of power and mysticism, weaving through the air like ethereal threads. "Mystica et verita, vocem nobis cedo! Mystica et verita, arcanum revelo!" they chanted, their voices rising and falling in a haunting melody. Each syllable seemed to vibrate with an energy that sent shivers down my spine.

“You're seriously injured.” “If you don't let me go, we'll both die. Did you hear the beast out there?” He reminded her when he heard footsteps approaching. Cold sweat ran down the witch's forehead. “Libertum Vinculis Verborum” she chanted the spell. “Done!” Before she could move away, Vincent entered the room. “You stupid witch!” He slapped her face, causing her to fall to the ground. “Your apprentices will pay the price for your betrayal!” “NO, PLEASE!” The witch screamed in despair.

It isn't the same shimmer as a ghosting. If someone is bewitched they have a subtle pink shimmer, it’s only noticeable by the change of wind. It's like the glaze that is over them, controlling them has to change direction when the wind hits or it will lift just slightly which will allow the bewitched to become coherent enough to call for help, it is the only way I can explain it. “Thank you Derrick, summers are rough, so who was Ricky’s mother?” I asked, pretending to sip my coffee, I could smell the tiger's eye before I took my first sip. I have been playing along for now.

I pulled her into me and we lost ourselves to each other. ***** It was the most beautiful morning of my life. I was so happy... I had already made the bookings and reservations for a one-month long honeymoon in Australia. I was very excited about this real honeymoon. I would not have believed it just 6 months back that very soon I would be bewitched by a very beautiful, simple, pure and innocent girl. Thank you, God, for that accident on that rainy night, I have been bewitched by an angel since then... The End

Azareel reunites with the chimera animal again in his dream. "O young man, please accept my blessings," said the animal with the head of the goat, after he had finished speaking, a white light filled his vision. Azareel can feel the purest power of that light. It was not like Darrel's light, but it was holier and purer than any power Azareel had ever felt. Just the pressure alone makes the heart feel refreshed, the feeling of physical and mental fatigue relieved thanks to the light. This is the blessing bestowed by the Chimera.

He turned round to see her bowed low on the ground. “What do you mean accident?” asked Alaric stiffly. “Enlighten me, witch.” “I-I’m M-Mary Crossborough, y-your m-majesty. I’m a witch of this village. I-I was practicing my wind defense spell this morning inside t-this f-forest. W-When I-I c-casted it, I t-then heard s-someone f-falling on the ground n-not so far away. I-I ran to find who it was and then I saw i-it w-was…a-a…d-dham-p-pir. B-but I-I d-didn’t know h-he w-was y-your c-cousin, your majesty.”

He gently placed her down and watched her. The cold wind blew, and Julia shivered. Zeke blanketed her with the hide and tucked her in. The wind blew again, trailing her scent and intoxicating him once again. Zeke closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes and exposed his ruby red pupils that glowed with malice. “My sweet, sweet, human girl.” He moaned in delight. He combed her hair using his fingertips and placed it close to his face. The mere touch of her hair against his skin made him want to claim her.

Damon was coming. “Good,” I whispered. “Come to me.” The High Witch raised both hands now, her voice rising in a chant. The ground trembled, cracks spreading through the forest floor as power built. The runes turned from silver to deep violet, searing the air with their glow. Ivy’s body arched, her scream turning guttural as her wolf tried to surface. The chains glowed hotter, steam rising as her skin blistered. “Yes,” I murmured, my heart pounding. “Awaken.”