Charmed Seer Novels & Stories

She reached for the bottle and poured the last of it into her glass. “Alone.” Her lips trembled. “Miserable.” She stared at the liquid for a moment before lifting her drunken eyes toward him. “With an enemy accompanying me.” A mocking smile appeared on her lips. “Why do you always appear out of nowhere, Zachary Simon?” She straightened slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. “What exactly do you plan to do?” Zachary remained silent. “Are you here to watch me fall?” Her voice grew sharper.

Her long flowing hair flowed with grace, embodying William's romantic dream of a princess in love. William's gaze was fixed on Juliana's nervous face, which magically added an irreplaceable sexy impression. Her beaming face and the nervous smile that crossed her lips fascinated and stunned William. In his view, Juliana is the embodiment of all that is beautiful in this world. Nervous Juliana adds to her undeniable charm. William could see the anxious light in her beautiful eyes, adding a touch of sexiness that was hard to ignore. Every movement of her body full of uncertainty made William more and more subdued to her alluring charm.

That was it. I knocked her out before she could finish the sentence, catching her limp body as she fell. I did not wait to hear Lucas laugh. I took her and left. ****** I was running out of time. The seer sat cross-legged on the floor, her hands wrapped around Lisa’s wrists as she chanted words older than memory. Candles were blowing violently, reacting to the magic thrumming in the air. Lisa lay still, like she was fast asleep. “This is a love charm,” the seer finally said, her voice strained. “And not just any charm. It is powerful.”

I felt a strange pull, a sense that she saw things others didn’t. Lucas’s voice was matter-of-fact. “This is our pack seer, Mara. She is the one who… saw the path of your illness.” My breath caught. A seer. So young. The seers I knew, like old Amos in Eric’s pack, were ancient and frightening. This woman just looked sad.

Hanging charms clinked faintly in the air, and a thick mist curled along the floor. “Alpha,” a raspy voice greeted from the shadows. “Welcome.” Then, another voice layered over it—ancient and powerful, yet female. It did not come from the Seer’s lips, but from everywhere at once. “Daughter of dusk, child of twin blood… come forth and be known.” Ava’s breath caught in her throat. The flames around the room surged. The mist lifted. And from the center of the temple, the Seer stepped forward—eyes glazed white, her hair floating around her as if underwater. Her hands trembled as she raised them toward Ava.

"Mother of Wren. Advisor to the Crescent Pack. Keeper of the Old Threads." Charlie's brow furrowed. "Old Threads?" "Prophecies. Destinies. The cords that bind and guide those who walk with wolves." "So you're like... what? A seer?" Selene shook her head gently. "Seers predict. I understand. There is a difference." Charlie did not understand that difference. Not even a little. But Wren gently nudged her. "She can help," he murmured. "Help with what?" Charlie asked. Selene lifted her hand.

“Please. Please open your eyes.” Nothing. I pressed my ear to his chest. His heartbeat was there but it was slow and weak. His breathing was shallow. It was barely there at all. Terror wrapped around my heart and squeezed. The Seer closed her eyes and raised both hands. Golden symbols formed in the air around her fingers as she began chanting louder. Light poured from her palms into Kayden’s chest. “Come back,” she commanded softly. “Fight it.” I watched. I was barely breathing. Seconds passed.

I could feel their pull, dark and insidious, like icy tendrils wrapping around my soul. “Do it,” I said finally, my voice trembling but resolute. “Take whatever you need.” Lucian stepped forward first, his hand brushing mine. “Are you sure?” “No,” I admitted. “But I trust you.” The seer began chanting again, her voice weaving through the air like a melody. As she spoke, a warm, golden light began to emanate from my chest, flowing toward Lucian. The moment it touched him, his entire body tensed, and his eyes glowed with an intense amber light.

Jane’s breathing wasn’t steady but she was slightly calm. “When I met your father… I was not a part of the Nightshade pack,” she said softly. “You were not a part of the pack?” Evans inquired, but Jane’s eyes were lost in memories. She shook her head. “I was a seer.” “A seer?” Jane nodded. “I could see the future. I could see fragments of things that are yet to happen. Both negative and positive… whatever the impact it might have, I’d see the prices.” A sad smile crossed her lips. “People feared gifts like mine. Who would be happy knowing that he would die or something huge would happen to him or her in the next moment.”

“You look beautiful. The most beautiful person in the world.” I smiled. “You’re just saying that because I’m your mate.” He shook his head. “No. No free banter here.” I laughed softly. Then a chill ran down my spine. I felt it before I saw it. A heavy stare. I turned and found Nymeria watching me from across the hall. Her expression was unreadable. Unease curled in my stomach. I glanced down at my wrist. The charm glowed red. My breath caught. I stared at it, heart pounding. I didn’t know if it had cut me or not, but before I could think further, the glow faded. The bracelet returned to normal.