Burning Charm Novels & Stories

“A charm is similar to an incantation or a spell; a practice believed to have magic power. It is not something tangible, but any sort of charm can be stored in an enchanter’s possession, may it be precious jewelry or some old photograph. Hiestorans first learned the craft of charm-binding during the Light Age…” Ever since Clara attended Professor Kendrick’s Charms and Relics class this afternoon, her eyes could not set themselves on anything but the girl sitting two rows down from her seat.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

I trailed off for a moment before continuing, "Chiseled muscles that I really want to caress. If other methods didn't work, why not try a succubus' charm? "Most important…" I purred alluringly, "I can feel the endless charm that you carry." Even as the Darkness began to shudder, I brushed my finger over my lips as I spoke calmly, "As for my wish… I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I could hear the other Players gasping behind me, but I kept going, every word I spoke a poison seeping into his consciousness. "That includes hyperventilation, shudders, and blanked eyes as I lose myself again and again as I climax."

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

"And the charm of the Charmed Forest encourages us to grasp those puzzles." Cassie's voice is filled with ponder. "Let's guarantee our grasp remains boundless." As we produce ahead, the other domain invites us with dynamic areas of blooming blooms, their colors a breathtaking location. The charm of the Charmed Timberland mixes with the orchestra of nature, reminding us of the excellence that encompasses us. “These blossoms reflect the agreement inside nature," I muse, talking within the fragrant discussion. Birch's appreciation is veritable. "And the charm of the Charmed Timberland makes a difference. We cherish that agreement."

“Is that smell cherry and Vanilla?” “Good guess.” Cain said. “Oren won’t smoke anything else.” “I would if I had to, I guess. I just don’t have to.” Oren puffed out a cloud of white smoke. “Now that we’re full and settled, time to get down to business.” Cain said. “First of all, as you can see by the conjuring of the food and drink, the magic here is plentiful.” He was talking directly to Loril now. “But it isn’t that way all over.” He took Loril’s hand, “You and I are Charmers, as Oren indicated. Female Charmers are better known as Diabolists.”

Charm was currency here, and he spent it freely. Still, I wanted to scream. Emma had believed him. She’d clutched that charm to her chest like it was proof of being chosen, of being wanted. And now I knew—it wasn’t a promise. It was a signature. A mark he gave to anyone who smiled the right way at the right time that he could use when convenient and discard when he was through. I reached the far end of the path, slipping through a narrow side passage that led into one of the back galleries. It was cooler here, shadowed, and lined with faded tapestries. I leaned against the wall and exhaled slowly.

Sporadic video chats and poorly scheduled phone sex just didn’t work for him anymore. Charm didn't make a habit of it, either. Mostly because she was too busy dealing with her clingy, arrogant and demanding clients. The corporate financing world also didn't run out of first-class assholes, far as he knew. "What's up with Charm?" Darren squinted at him with a knowing grin. It tilted his lips to the side, etching small dimples on his tan cheeks. "Snubbing me again for some shit I don't even remember."

“A charmer’s magic works deep. It warps the senses. Makes your body crave what your soul would never allow.” “Oh, goddess,” I sobbed. “What do we do?” “We stay close to me,” Edric said, his voice telling of a foreboding. “A charmer doesn’t charm for fun. Like an incubus, she latches on. Until she achieves her aim, she wouldn’t let up.” As I gathered myself in his arms, I heard her voice in my head. ‘I’ll be back, sexy,’