Charmed Bare Witch Project Novels & Stories

“Woah dude… Breathe, they’re chosen family, not biological. We met in the Guild and chose to be each other’s family. We were all orphan girls and we clubbed together against the posh boys with rich families who would pick on us for being girls, orphans and poor. Charlie is a tall black Human woman, and Serena’s a tiny blonde Witch, and I’m some kind of Shifter, but I don’t know what kind.” Crow takes a second to calm down, then nods and retakes his seat,

He glances at our hands but remains silent. “Okay, let’s go.” I nod as we make our way through the barrier. The screams start again, and I can feel the wind once again. We walk up to the barrier and reach my hand out to touch it. It opens immediately, allowing us to pass through it. “It’s a witch barrier. Only witches can open it.” “You could have told me that fifteen minutes ago.” “When? While you were acting like a mad...”

We’re almost in position when Charlie’s forcefield intensifies—and then the witches strike. Magic streaks through the air like missiles: poison, stone, fire, ice—every spell in their arsenal. They hit her in the face, the legs, the wings. She howls and stumbles, shrieking as parts of her skin sizzle, crack, bleed, and petrify. She’s stunned. Distracted. Our wolves—Rowen, Alexander, Summer, and Jared—move in next. Throwing rocks. Swiping. Dodging her claws. The plan is working.

She sacrificed herself for Katrina and partially for me. The rumors of the Berardi witches are true. Their ability to love is as strong as their magic. I guess the Shit Witch was the exception, as I don’t think she could spell love, let alone feel it. Chiara gave her magic to Katrina to ensure she would be strong enough to end the Shit Witch’s terror of this world.

she said, “and when things went wrong they blamed a doctor for it. I think Foxen was his name.” My stomach dipped. She continued. “To save the project we decided to stick to your first …. Turning Alphas into omegas, but that backfired and caused the dog syndrome.” Valentina and I just listened. “Your father ended the project, but somehow decided the best way for a secret to be kept was by killing us,” she said, “I knew your father and Mr. Rivers more than the rest of the scientists I worked with, so immediately I fled.” Valentina just stared. “I worked on the project why am I still alive?”

Zayn started. "I'm not a witch doctor," she interjected. "I'm a doctor who happens to be a witch." Zayn stood there in silence, looking at her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to speak to him with such assertiveness. He was used to people being intimidated by him and following his orders without question. "I'm not here to be bossed around by you," she said, crossing her arms. "I'm here to help!”

Aric's instinct was telling him to step away from the witch but his responsibilities as a king were telling him to end her. Aric can feel that the witch was surrounded by a mad haze and in her madness, she was trying to get herself killed but once the fog of madness got cleared from her mind, Aric won't be able to defeat her. "Charlie had ruined your mate bond, I have her soul within me, your majesty, I'll ruin your Kingdom. Charlie made you mourn for a couple of centuries, I will make you mourn for the rest of your eternal life." Amber exclaimed with such determination that Aric believed her every single word.

With that said, she marched away and left. That brought Max out of his silent tantrum. McKenzie was right; Waverly was waiting for him to get revenge for her. Waverly needed him. Materials, right? If Charmine could get them, so could he. Charmine’s little stunt of embarrassing him terribly would not be forgiven! Alas, much to his chagrin... On the same day, not long after Charmine had left, the internet was filled with the following news: [Hundred Birds Project Halted Due To Failed Materials.]

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

“Suit up.” Shit. Feeling vaguely ill as I accepted it, I chanted, “Please don’t be another onesie, please God don’t be another onesie.” Drawing in a deep, bolstering lungful, I dug into the sack and pulled out… A black T-shirt. “A shirt,” Charlie shrieked in outrage. “I’ve had to wear fairy wings, a human banana outfit, and antlers on my head with a white tail on my butt. But Wick gets a freaking shirt? How is that even fair?”