Burning Charm Novels & Stories

If it's Andrea, I'm going to bid my farewell to this world- "Hey, Spencer." She widened her eyes and tied her hair to a bun. "Eh? Cheeto?" Another knock made her walk faster. She was met by a fully dressed Aster with a camera on his hand. "I was out on a walk earlier and was about to enter my apartment when I smelled something burning." Fudge. She went outside and quickly closed her door, pushing his body away. "It's nothing, now shoo." Aster remained unmoving, holding her arms and clicking his tongue. "Did you burn something again?"

“Remember what I said, Dan Sanders.” She smiled as she walked out the door as Gerald walked in. His eyes never left the hump behind her as the jeans she wore cupped her ass to the point Dan couldn’t stop staring. Bianca was surely a witch for the spell of lust and attraction she placed upon him. His charm went away instantly as he went into beast mode. He stood meeting Gerald with a handshake. “Gerald, nice you can join me.” He was being polite at first, with smirks that made Gerald afraid and shake in fear.

I said to myself OMG I am now in trouble how am I supposed keep my lust in check. Damn it now trying to resist the lust and fire within me. please come in i said as he walk in pass me his cologne and his body was so mesmerizing that I stand their by the door for a good three minutes before coming back to my senses and closing the door. I said to myself why did this man had to be so handsome why did I had to have this intense attraction for him.

He was running late as usual but I was too hungry. Right before I walked in, I noticed a strong familiar figure in there. I spotted Eric just as I stood by the window side to carefully observe and to be sure my mind was not playing games with me. He sat next to a glamorous lady with long blonde hair. She was so beautiful and had such an awesome figure that made me realise how out of shape I was. I could feel the chemistry right from where I stood and it was quite a distance. He looked at her with such an intense gaze.

This time, she didn’t hesitate to open it, now sure that there wasn’t a bomb anywhere in her room. It had a small charm inside. The design was a dandelion in full bloom. She took it out and couldn’t put her eyes away from it. It was drawing her to something familiar yet so foreign to her. She felt her consciousness suddenly slip away from her. The charm he had gifted her fell on the floor first, then her.

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

With the light that surges out and is gone, Charmaine walks away taking Mayumi into her arms as she opens the door informing them. “With our Mistress’s will and plan, I shall carry out mine this time.” Her brown eyes, white complexion, and long dark brown hair sway with her uncanny nature, but perfectly painted personality that contradicts the rest of their cavern as the caster of the untrusting element of fire. She whispers. “Let’s see each other, during the blood moon.”

but not this time. Not ever again. Reaching under his shirt, he pulled out the charm, its newspaper wrapping scratching his skin. Dim heat pulsed through newsprint. He stood that way for several minutes, thinking hard. Had he done this for Shelly? Or himself? Didn’t matter. It was time to be something. Finally. He tore the newspaper away. The charm blazed and filled him with something wonderful and powerful and awful. Reverently, he pressed it against his skin and something inside rushed towards a crescendo.

"And soon, so will every last echo of her name." But then— The flames ceased. Not extinguished. Locked. A golden pulse glowed in the space between the flames and the elder's chest. A charm. Old. Crackled. Yet still alivE. Krishna's moon-blessing. It had survived. Perfera jumped back, breath stuck in her throat. The flames faltered, as if shamed. The crowd fell mute. The elder spread her hand, displaying the charm knotted on a strand of hair at her throat. "She isn't ash. She lives."

“And if I fail?” “Then we all go home smelling of smoke…again,” Miranda replied dryly. Snickers rippled through the circle. The unexpected humor lightened the heaviness of the moment, and Aria couldn’t help but smile despite her nerves. Miranda crouched and used her finger to trace symbols in the dirt, curves, hooks, and jagged lines that seemed to hum faintly in the torchlight. “Charms are not about brute force,” she explained, her tone instructive. “They are weaving. You thread energy together like strands. Too much pressure, and it snaps. Too little, and it slips away. Precision, not power.”