Charmed Bare Witch Project Novels & Stories

Gram was about to open her mouth and release the last echo when the main door's seal burst open under a blast of power and the door itself slammed wide. Batsheva gasped, power slipping as the ward she'd built was split almost in two. I watched her gesture at the door, heard it slam shut, felt the magic she'd created ooze over it. But much damage had been done, I could feel it all around me, as loose bits of her power flew free, swirling near the ceiling above us, blood magic hunting for a way out. Charlotte marched forward with her two werewolf friends at her side, a black-robed form between them, though this one was clearly not an Enforcer. They dumped the small figure to the polished floor

“Yes, I am. We are half-wolves, but we do not harm humans. We are wronged. We are all innocent. How can children can eat human meat? The children in our pack even got entangled in this mess.” Anais buried her face in her hands, covered in tears. “My name is Elizabeth.” “My name is Anais.” “Let us make a pact. Let us form a curse.” The two women put their palms in the walls that separated them apart. Elizabeth recited some words, and Anais followed her words. They recited the words all night. Preparations are already set. Loads of oil that are bought from the nearby towns surround the firewood, courtesy of the local governor himself.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

Says the way he felt when he entered the room drove his wolf crazy. dark magic I couldn't help but think it could be used to identify mates even before they knew they were fated. It was only Addanc who could perform such. This was indeed a confirmation that Addanc was the mastermind of those papers, with Pete as the associate and Theo as the inside man. But why did Pete result to such evil measures? Even go as far as black mailing his own son?

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.”

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.

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.”