Charmed Bare Witch Project Novels & Stories

Charlie answered with a sniff of disdain. “Charlie!” “You don’t have to worry about that, bloodsucker.” The woman retorted smarmily. Gemma smacked her hand to her forehead. “Can’t we all just get along?” She whined. “She’s a witch, Gem.” “And you’re a vampire and he’s a wolf and I’m a human. What difference does it make? She has a business to make money, we have money and are hungry and she offers food. Maybe she’s a nice…witch…wait, is witch insulting?” She asked with concern as she glanced to the woman behind the bar, who stared at her in surprise and then burst out laughing.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

He will then get her out as fast as he can while the others are fast asleep. "What about the border guards? Surely your alpha has one of those." Perry interrupted. "What, do you think I'll send one of my men to a pack if deadly wolves without protection?" Charlene smirked and explained that the warrior he sent to investigate is skilled with magic. Something my pack refused to entwine themselves with. "I will tell him to get ready," Charlene says and moves to stand when I grab her wrist. She looks at me, and then my hand wrapped around her wrist.

Charlie asked, nose wrinkling. "So I'm not crazy, right?!" "No! This is terrible!" "She says I can't be pack leader unless I mate with him! Apparently the witches said it's important," I scoffed. "The witches?" Charlie huffed. "Have they gone senile?" He paused, then added, "Okay, so just mate the guy. That means a neck bite. The witches didn't say you had to love the omega." "They all look nice, right? Just use it for what it's good for and throw it away when you're done."

The beauty that merrily took her steps inside the building, her attention shifted as she looks at her reflection where the door opens as she is greeted by the familiar face. “Good morning, Carol.” Holding the white rabbit unto its arms that peculiarity marks with its purple eyes and the striking highlight of brown fur color. She greeted back as the rabbit jumps out of its gentle caress and onto the table where the mirror beside it reflected its true form. “Good morning, Charmaine, Mayumi.” Calling the names of the two opposite persons with their polar opposite attitude, life, and blood, but shares the same ability of witchcraft and white magic. Charmaine closes the door of their club room, b

Charlotte clicked her tongue before someone stepped out of the shadows. The same witch that helped Hephaestus, Tara, stood beside her with a wicked grin on her lips. “I can say the same,” I said while the fur that covered my skin slowly retreated. I stepped in front of Jamie, trying to shield her from what was going on, but before I could, she snarled at me. “GIVE ME BACK MY PUPS,” Jamie roared, her command wafted through the room. The ripples of the command were even visible. Only when it was inches away from Charlotte and Tara did it crash down.

"Your endeavors to protect this domain mean nothing to us. We'll extend its life drive and make it barren." Cassie's determination was immovable. "We must find a way to quench their searing impact and reestablish the vitality of the arrival." Birch's eyes considered the Coal Apparitions, looking for a way to neutralize their damaging vitality. "The charm of the Charmed Timberland engages us to face this searing challenge."

“But it doesn’t mean they won’t be able to touch you if they guess correctly. I can’t guarantee they won’t have other witches with them to counteract my spell.” Raina watched as another set of spells launched but from Charlotte. She watched as cloud like wolves appeared next to her before they broke off from them like branches from a tree before becoming roots as some raced towards the wolves hunting them. Decoys. She had sent decoys for them to follow. How could powerful witches like them not be able to shift into their wolves? When Poppy had questioned them, they looked uncomfortable and ashamed, explaining that the Guild stunted their genetics and subdued their wolves. They had never once

With a bit of hesitation, Nabila bit her lip for a moment before finally asking her question, "Juliana, I'm curious... Is it true that the project that Wira and Talita are running gives them a lot of bonuses? I often hear rumors that the project is very profitable." Juliana, who was enjoying a mouthful of food, raised her eyebrows curiously. Juliana was silent for a moment, slightly surprised by Nabila's sudden question. Wira rarely discusses the financial details of his project with Juliana, so she doesn't have a definite answer. She chewed for a while before answering, "To be honest, Nabila, I'm not too sure about the bonuses that Wira received from that project, I don't really know the de

The witch repeats, looking at all of the people present. "Yes," Conrad states firmly, not giving anyone else a chance to interrupt or say no. The witch eyes her before carrying over some glass jars, sitting on the ground in between them. "This is going to hurt. I'm going to do my best to minimise the pain," she informs them, and Conrad inhales nervously. Charlotte takes her hand, smiling at her encouragingly. The witch begins murmuring words in a language Conrad doesn't recognise. It sounds Germanic, and that's as far as her thought process can go, suddenly overcome with a striking, stabbing pain in her ribs.