Charisma Myth Novels & Stories

Charles looked up at me for confirmation that he had understood correctly. I nodded. “I tried to…cheat strength. Removing all weaknesses…like my soul, my emotions, and my bond. Everything. I wanted to be strong enough to protect the pack myself. Be as strong as my sister. I didn’t want to lose again, and I thought magic was the way to do that. I didn’t…I didn’t know what it would take away.” “You’re a coward.” Charle’s tone was heavy with venom. Chuckling hollowly, I couldn’t have agreed more. “Aelia said the same thing.”

Still they chanted harder. “Behold, I gather together the charm from every place where it is and from every man with whom it is, swifter than greyhounds and fleeter than light. Behold, thou gathered together the charm from every place where it is and from every man with whom it is, swifter than greyhounds and fleeter than light,the charm which created the forms of existence from themother's thigh and createth the gods from silence, and which giveth the heat of life unto the gods. Behold, the charm is given unto Us from wheresoever it is, and from him with whom it is, swifter than greyhounds and fleeter than a shadow." She felt her body convulsing as the hot white pain seared through her.”

My acidic tongue as a result of my bitter experiences no doubt. Life experiences twist character. Character is the core of leadership. Charisma without character is a failure. “Hmm, my eyes are just opening to what I am gradually becoming a princess.” Comfort said in a sober mood. “Thank you for taking the risk of opening my eyes to these things. I believe I’m going to be a great leader, women and even men will learn from my wealth of experience. I want to re-build my character to become the best of God’s creation.”

Most people call me a demi-god. *Quick one!!! Frederick is a sexy, hot, alpha male. Young. Attractive. Kind. Possessive. Many rich women in New York will kill to have him in their bed at least for a few minutes. He is quite a catch and gets in the glam every day. Can he ever be Kharis's savior? Read on..*

My power is getting weaker with age and I am not as sharp as before. I looked at the woman who saved me earlier. My body glowed earlier and I think it's due to her power. She is a charmer, she gives luck. But regular charmers only give blessing. She is a special one and I am sure of that. I have lived for a hundred years in this world and I still haven't seen a charmer who can give both luck and strength to others. My conscience is eating me, I haven't been like this before. It is telling me to save this wounded girl. I was somehow captured by her beauty.

Compared to them, Zen was akin to a newly hatched chick still exploring the world. In the history of the underworld, every Godfather candidate displayed a strong magnetic type of charisma. It could manifest in various ways, and no two Godfathers were the same. However, every Godfather displayed mysterious wisdom similar to omniscience that went beyond regular intelligence networks. Their ability to accurately read a person’s character and predict a traitor’s death was uncanny. Nobody knew how the Godfather did it, but every chosen candidate was a figure to be feared. That terrifying ability inspired the Round Table Congress to be created to prevent the Godfather from destroying the underworl

Behind the banana tree, Charity drew the leaves and walked out. She wore a discreet smile. “I didn’t expect Young Master Jewell to be so well-liked by girls. Girls these days are really bold and proactive. I’m old.” Looking at Charity’s pretty face, Chester could not help but smirk. “If you’re considered old, I’m even older.” “For men, the older, the more charming,” Charity said. “Really?” Chester suddenly grabbed hold of her hand and pulled it. “Do you think I’m charming?”

“When we’re rested and when I know my mother is all right.” “The longer you make me wait…” Her chin rose, bringing her confident expression to view. “Yes, Mr. Demetri, bring it on.” My dick twitched again. “Fuck.” As I pulled out, Charli’s smile morphed to a pout. “Oh, princess, sleep.” I rolled to my back and pulled her close. With her head on my chest, Charli said, “Whether you want to admit it or not, you are Prince Charming.” Stroking her still-damp hair as the scent of flowers filled my senses, I wished I was, but I wasn’t. For her I’d do my best, but I wasn’t the pure-hearted Disney prince. I knew evil.

“I knew one who charmed a whole temple of healers. They thought she was a goddess. Offered their hearts to her willingly. One by one.” The room fell silent. “You’re telling me…” I began, trying not to let the fear crawl too high in my throat, “that she’s marked me?” Muzan nodded once. “Charmers don’t just pick people at random. When they want something… someone… it becomes obsession. They don’t stop until they get it. Or until they’re dead.” My stomach turned. “I need to describe her,” I said quickly. “If we can get someone to identify her…”

“They were childhood friends of Chelsea’s, but Cynthia and Olivia were always closer. We didn’t know their real plan for Charity or Elle until we were already here. Damon’s mother, threatening to turn us over to Red Saw if we dared run.” “Thank the Goddess they’re both worm food then,” I growl out, wishing they were alive so I can kill them myself. “Both are dead. Why haven’t you taken Charity and left?” “It seems the more we run from her destiny, the more we run right into it.” He sighs, a subtle smile on his lips. “She is a wonderful gamma, though.” Pride in his words, as he stands from the couch, with me following his actions. “She is,” I agree, my hand extending, in a peace offering and