Charmed Bare Witch Project Novels & Stories

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 hooked one finger in the middle of the corset and she gasped as I tugged and her breasts popped free. “Beautiful,” I murmured, rubbing the collar from one taut nipple to the other. Her nipples look fabulous, hard, and without any bruise. “Harren, did you get that?” “I’m sorry, I don’t.” I looked at Harren. “Dumbass, I want to be watched.” “Should I make an arrangement with another blonde?” “No,” I answered rather dismissively. “I want Jaxen DeLuca to be my audience.”

She glared at the witch and then said in a loud voice, “ I don’t know what you are looking for but your plans will never succeed as I am not going to accept you in my family! No witch shall defile the bloodline of my pure-blooded family tree, you hear me!” “ But madam, it's the will of the heavens, I am the mate of your son and nothing can change that,” said the witch named Charisse. “ I heard that shifters take mating bonds seriously and don’t treat them light-heartedly, how can you ask me to break the mating bond just like that? Even if I am a dark witch. I am allowed to mate with your son who is my mate.”

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

Azareel reunites with the chimera animal again in his dream. "O young man, please accept my blessings," said the animal with the head of the goat, after he had finished speaking, a white light filled his vision. Azareel can feel the purest power of that light. It was not like Darrel's light, but it was holier and purer than any power Azareel had ever felt. Just the pressure alone makes the heart feel refreshed, the feeling of physical and mental fatigue relieved thanks to the light. This is the blessing bestowed by the Chimera.

They don't mind the scars just as long I can bring them to the brink of ecstacy, although they do sometimes magic the scars away. With my harem of dark witches by my side, I pushed through with my original plan of exterminating packs who would not pledge their allegiance to me. The dark witches would weaken the protection charm which covered the whole territory. This caused a big strain on Celeste who would shuffle from pack to pack so, she started charging more for her services. Most of the wealthy packs had no problem paying Celeste, however the rest did.

Charlie however shook her head and dropped Carmen back onto the grass. "My blood may seal her away to the earth but someone else can finish her. I'm done with her i have worried and thought about this woman far too much" Charlie replied a cold tone to her voice. It didn't seem like Charlie was scared or upset even about binding the old witch forever there was something else that I couldn't place in my mates emotions. It was like an indifference that was now just rolling off her. She seemed numb in this moment. Taking the potion from Jessica she turned and handed it to Daphne.

“Please—you don’t know—” The warden halted just long enough to glare at me, his grip biting harder into my shoulder. “Criminals like you have no business with the Queen. You’ll be thrown into the prison below, where you belong.” “No—you must believe me! The witches have returned!” The words rang out too loudly, scattering birds from their branches. The forest seemed to recoil from the name. The warden’s face twisted in fury. “Silence! Speak that word again, and you’ll hang before the castle walls.”

“I know. Its better than losing Xena.” Carl’s wolf is the rarest of breed, above the Alphas and just below the Lycan’s in strength. Unfortunately, it is also every witch’s target. It can be a weapon of destruction if it’s control can fall into wrong hands. He has to wear a charm that makes him immune to any spell or dark force of any kind. The charm unfortunately, weakens his wolf to below me and just above the Beta level. “You might want to avoid being close to Gwen. Just in case she is a witch and for your marriage’s sake.

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."