Charmed Seer Novels & Stories

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They

She could see one who is desperately in need of attention. "Wow. I didn't know you were a seer." Selena laughed. "You can...you can actually see my future." "It's not funny. And for the record, my name is Charlotte." "I should have known. You were a petty liar who has just come to cause destruction."

He needs to answer some questions about the drink and charms he gave to her. Within some few minutes the seer appeared. The seer looked up from a pile of dried herbs, startled. "Diva! what is it?" "What did you give me?!" Diva demanded. The seer blinked. "Just a sedative. Something to calm your mind. You asked for it." "Don’t lie to me." The seer's eyes darted. For the first time, Diva saw something uncertain in his face. Fear? "Did someone tell you to give it to me?"

Therak spoke angrily “Don’t you dare doubt me boy, I am the great Seer who sees all, my plan never fails” Seer of Argedon spoke angrily as she hit her staff on the ground which created a great impact on the earth, making a crack as the building rumbled but it seems not to affect her nor Therak “I hope you are right, it dared not fail this time around”Therak scoffed as he smirked “SA MAN TA!!!!!!” Seer of Argedon chanted as a green smoke appeared, revealing a cup filled with darkly potion which emitted black smoke

She knew that she had delayed enough. “Hmm. What is it?” Steven nonchalantly asked her. “When I was away, I got in touch with a few non shifters. They told me something they had heard from another Seer.” Emma hesitantly began speaking. Steven looked at Emma, encouraging her to keep speaking. “The Seer claimed to have sensed the breath of a powerful existence,” Emma spoke slowly. Steven remained quiet, listening to her words. “That Seer specializes in feeling the emotions. She felt the emotional fluctuations of the powerful existence. It was filled with anger, agitation, helplessness, and pain. Something that a trapped beast would feel.”

The Seer was no ordinary oracle—he was a being older than kingdoms, a creature who walked the line between prophecy and madness. “He’s unpredictable,” Dain warned. “And dangerous. You think the Watcher is bad? The Seer plays his own games, and no one ever wins.” Vesper crossed her arms. “Sounds like our kind of ally.” Elara inhaled sharply, then nodded. “Then let’s find him.” Dain cursed under his breath but didn’t argue further. As the wind picked up around them, carrying the distant howl of something unnatural, Elara knew this was only the beginning.

“I’m a good guesser.” “No,” I said, shaking my head, my pulse kicking up. “No one’s that good at guessing… unless…” I narrowed my eyes. “…you’re a Seer.” She chuckled. “Now you’re a bad guesser.” “Am I?” My gaze dropped to where her left hand was resting against my glass. I leaned in, voice low. “You’ve had your fingers on my drink since you sat down. A Seer doesn’t need much, just a personal object, a thread of contact, to see into someone’s life.”

“You don’t have to go. Not alone.” I stood, steadying myself. “If they want to see me, they’ll see me. I’m not hiding.” She reached for my hand and squeezed it tightly. “Then I’m coming with you.” When we entered the great hall, the atmosphere was tense. Several cloaked figures stood near the Council’s banner, their expressions unreadable. At the center was a woman with eyes like liquid gold—eyes that seemed to see straight into your soul. The Seer. She stepped forward, her voice low and melodic. “Damien Thorn. The one who touched the Veil and returned.”

Although the crime wasn't all planned by him, his betrayal still led him to this point. “What do you see?” I asked the seer who was standing beside the gurney. Her dark hair flowed behind her, crystals for necklace and there's an icky scent oozing from her direction—certainly from her direction, I couldn't be wrong. And I wasn't surprised either. Seer dealt with so many fetishes. “I see blood and approaching danger.” She said, her eyes squinted as she came closer towards me.

“Drink this. It will mask your scent and keep you hidden from those who seek you.” I took the vial, my hands trembling slightly. As I uncorked it and drank, a strange warmth spread through my body. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. The seer nodded, her eyes still studying me intently. “Now, let me try to undo the spell.” She began to chant softly, her hands moving in intricate patterns. I closed my eyes, focusing on the soothing cadence of her words. But after several minutes, her chanting ceased, and I felt a gentle but firm grip on my shoulders.