Charmed Seer Novels & Stories

"I knew it the moment you crossed my threshold the first day." My breath caught. "How?" "Because I am a Seer." I froze. She smiled then, slow and unsettling. "Power always demands balance. You disrupted it. That is why the charm failed. "Can it be fixed or settled?" She nodded slowly. A wave of relief crashed over me so hard that my knees almost buckled. I hadn't realized how tightly I'd been holding myself together until that moment. "I knew," I said, exhaling. "I knew coming to you was the right thing."

he muttered. A bright flash of light engulfed them. In an instant, they were gone. --- Back at Seth’s Home Unbeknownst to Charlene, a shimmer flickered in the corner of the room—a presence watching, waiting. Haroon, the same Fate who had tormented Seth and threatened Charlene, lingered unseen, his gaze locked onto her. Charlene, oblivious to the danger, turned back to her preparations. She smoothed out her travel tunic and examined the soft glow of her journeyer’s sigil on the fabric. A small, excited thrill ran through her. This was it. The path ahead felt inevitable, predestined.

He looked like he’d stepped out of a dream, his silver-streaked dark hair braided loosely, with violet eyes that seemed almost translucent. “This is Auren,” Charlie introduced. “He’s a seer. Not quite a prophet, but close.” Auren bowed slightly to Tora and Jax. “It is an honor. The energy in this home is… potent.” “Blame her,” Jax said with a grin, jerking his thumb toward Tora. “I’ve been called worse,” she drawled, arms crossed. “So what do you need to do? Hold my hand? Stare at me with those mystical eyes of yours?”

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.”

“A charmer’s magic works deep. It warps the senses. Makes your body crave what your soul would never allow.” “Oh, goddess,” I sobbed. “What do we do?” “We stay close to me,” Edric said, his voice telling of a foreboding. “A charmer doesn’t charm for fun. Like an incubus, she latches on. Until she achieves her aim, she wouldn’t let up.” As I gathered myself in his arms, I heard her voice in my head. ‘I’ll be back, sexy,’

Meeting the Spirit Seer As the heroes immerse themselves in the ancient chamber, a soft luminescence emanates from a corner, drawing their attention. Their eyes widen as they witness the gradual materialization of a figure—an ethereal being with an aura of wisdom that seems to transcend time itself. It's the Spirit Seer, a manifestation of ancient knowledge and guardian of the forgotten past. Elysia's heart quickens as she gazes upon the enigmatic being. "Who are you?" she asks, her voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and reverence.

Charlie scowled and grumbled, "I don't think so. I think it's more like the bitch wants to be paid upfront." Bemused, Vera asked, "Why do you say that?" Charlie sighed, "The first time it showed me the hand seals, it drained almost all of my Reiki when I cast it. The second time was yesterday, after I cast those eight hand seals again and consumed most of my Reiki, and then the aurora showed me a new sequence of sixteen hand seals. So I suspect it wants me to give it Reiki first—pay first, and only then will it deliver the goods."

The next time we meet, I'll kill you myself. — A month? — Of course. The curse on you is a distance one. The farther from the one carrying the seal, the faster your death approaches. You know where you're going, you know how much time you have. But if you really want to help me, bring her in a month. — You don't have much time, why? My main concern was the blood moon; not knowing what awaited me made me somewhat anxious. If she could summon the demon responsible for this, I would finally understand why I was different, what was so special about me that he gave me so much power without seemingly asking for anything in return.

“To see your bond was not a mistake. You’re a healer and he is in need of one” My lips parted but before I could demand what she meant, the heavy doors slammed open. Kieran strode in seething with impatience, his eyes locked onto mine briefly before shifting to the Seer. “Well?” His tone was clipped. “What did you find?” The Seer straightened, hands folding in front of her. “I’ve never seen anything like her before,” she said evenly. “Her case is… exceptional. More tests will be required.” His jaw tightened. “That’s all?”

Alexander whispered, the corner of his lips pulling up into a slight, incredibly annoying smile. I quickly turned my face away, staring straight out the car window. The night streets, which were beginning to empty out, became my escape. I didn't dare look at his face. The charm radiating from the man was far too dangerous. I knew that if I were foolish enough to hold his gaze any longer, I would get caught and completely hypnotized by the way he looked at me. The luxury sedan began to move, gliding down the asphalt, driven smoothly and quietly by his personal chauffeur.