Burning Charm Novels & Stories

“I’ve had enough of you, Axel. I’ll forget what you just said here today, so get the fuck out before I make you limp out of here.” Liev solidified his threat by conjuring blue fire over his arm, like it was the fucking easiest thing to do. Even my grandmother, who had been studying charms for over thirty years, never mastered fire charms. How the hell was Liev able to do it so quickly and without saying a word either? Only few could cast charms with the words of their mind, without saying the spell out. It was freaking amazing that Liev could do this, and I wasn’t even exaggerating.

“Do you know what they call those wolves who willingly let those bloodsucker vampires drink from them during sexual intercourse? They’re called blood whores. And that’s what you’re doing, you’re turning me into one of them.” That was the last straw. He launched himself at me but I was faster. With my magic, I stopped him in midair with one hand then my other hand summoned the Book of the Damned and it flipped open to the page that I needed. Reading the Latin words written there, I cast the spell that I’d used for healing charms. Yesterday, I hadn’t only noticed how he didn’t get burned from touching my 925 sterling silver charm bracelet, but I’d also learned that he’d been like his old self

The two stood facing each other, Minerva without a word taking her eyes off Charmaine. Charmaine felt Minerva's gaze a bit strange, in a voice full of doubt, Charmaine asked: "Is there something on my face, why are you looking at me so closely?" "The smell of perfume on you." "Perfume? So this is what catches your eye. How do you feel, the scent is nice. This perfume is a limited edition very unique scent. I don't think someone like you is suitable for it. where."

He walked off leaving Janet with a smile as she turned to find her brothers. Damien was chatting with a young woman from Julissa’s news station, smiling as he took several sips of his champagne. After a year of learning etiquette, speech, and the Sanders Charm, Damien found himself still feeling out of place. He couldn’t look the woman in her eye. Something about her made him intrigued and severely shy. It was her eyes he assumed. They were showing him way more than he was ready for as she laughed at him. “You know Damien, you may actually have a client now. Shouldn’t you be selling me on how great your sex is?” She asked, before taking a sip of her drink.

"The owner of that suitcase was killed by you, and you still won't admit it?" "No!" Vanessa snapped immediately. "Stop making things up! How could that ugly, filthy old woman possibly be Declan's mother? His mother would be graceful and gentle. She'd be beautiful enough to rival the Moon Goddess herself. "That disgusting old wolf was nothing but some lowly stray. Selena, you obviously sent her to sabotage me and frame me." I shook my head and laughed softly. "No…" The broken sound came from Declan. He moved like a puppet with its strings cut, staggering toward the suitcase one step at a time. Then he bent down and picked up a thorn brooch set with moonstone.

NICHOLAS' POV I was deep inside the garden, next to the spring pool, when I caught a whiff of it. Caramel scent, the soft type that just awoke the beast within me. Omega pheromone. Not just any omega. This one was in heat, and she was even here, in this garden. The scent was enticing, filling up my nostrils. My muscles stiffened as the awareness sharpened into something I couldn’t control, something primal. My wolf thrashed underneath, almost clawing to the surface.

I tried to slap his hand away, but my arms were too weak, merely brushing against his wrist with no force behind it. "This is what happens when you try to play with fire around me. Now, enjoy the floor all by yourself," Alexander said. He roughly released his grip on my chin and stood up. He turned his back, preparing to walk away toward the main house. Seeing Alexander's back recede, absolute panic gripped my mind. My sanity was completely shattered by the excruciating heat torturing my body. The burning sensation demanded a release I did not understand. I knew I could not survive this condition alone.

Fresh out of the shower, black hair tied into a bun, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, an old sweater, nothing else, and a hypnotizing glimmer in her eyes. “Hello Abby.” “Anthony…”

She extended her right arm to help Valencia stand, she took her hand and Melissa immediately pulled her up by taking a few steps back. “What are you doing here though? Do you even know how hot it is today? You should be shading yourself with a hat or putting some sunscreen lotion on. It’s not good if you get sunburns, believe it or not, sunburns are the worst.” she ranted. “Well, long story short, I was trying to find a book called The Golden Success in Jenna’s Libiria, but they told me that they were already sold out and I have to wait for 3 months,” Valencia answered.