Charmed Seer Novels & Stories

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

17 years ago…. The Seer was a wise young woman, with a streak of mischief, she was a meddler and was always cryptic in delivering her message, she often enjoyed speaking in riddles and watching the person struggle to find the meaning in her words and then watching from afar as they fvck up repeatedly. She knew what she told them to be true, but she was purposely vague so as to create drama, twisting some of her words and changing others to cause confusion. This gave her great entertainment as she followed the paths taken by those who had the misfortune to request her assistance. The Seer was in fact incredibly gifted, her sight was never skewed and always found a way to come to fruition, no

We were heading toward the borderlands where no two maps agreed, to meet someone who could unravel the strangest mystery I’d ever faced: why a dark wolf would kidnap Leila. Our informant was known only as the Seer. She had once served the Crescent Council, advising alphas on matters of spirit and omen. Some said her visions came at a terrible price; others whispered she had made pacts with the moon goddess herself. We found her in a tiny cabin set among ancient oaks, gnarled roots choking the stone path. Smoke curled from the chimney, promising warmth and wisdom. Elijah and I dismounted quietly. I felt the weight of the silk thread in my satchel, its magic pulsing faintly against my thigh. I

Theon was quiet and Madelia was frowning deeply. "This mage, will he do a spell of some sort?" Charlene asked the two who were walking slightly ahead. "No, he is in no health to perform any magic. He is a seer. He may not have the sight to see anything of this world but he sees what we cannot. Now Princess… please do not ask such questions out in the open." "Yeah I-" "As future Alpha, shouldn’t you know that without having to be told?" Theon asked, his voice cold and that familiar hatred seeping into it once more.

the princes a beautiful girl with dazzling eyes, a soft-spoken voice and having the ability to heal as her great grandmother. the daughter of the seer, having the ability to see the future as her ancestors and the man between them. the brave and obedient one born with a heart of a leopard and braveness of a lion, the protector of the seer, his wild nature scares away a great number of people, but his humbleness is amicable easy to get along with and respects a lot the elders and the law

I should’ve known it wouldn’t last. Damien sauntered in, barefoot and half-dressed, with that insufferable smirk plastered across his face. His shirt hung open at the collar, dark hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed — which he probably had. The Damien from Saturday night, the one who’d shown a flicker of vulnerability, had vanished. Now, he was back to his usual self: playful, careless, and maddeningly charming. “Morning, Chef. Miss me?” His voice slid over the words like honey.

“No. Before I came here, the seer told me that she didn’t have enough time left and she had to see you, so go now! Don’t even think of looking back, I’ll hold them off for you. So go, now!” I bit my lips and stumbled out of the dungeon, I met Sera’s eyes and the triumphant smile on her lips made my heart burn so fiercely. Terry was fighting so fiercely, but he was outnumbered so I had to be fast and go back to help him. Sneaking into the shadows, I avoided the guards and slipped into the Seer’s hut, she was sitting on the ground, surrounded by a bunch of symbols and the moment I entered, she opened her eyes. “Seer, you have to help me! I’ve been accused of using dark magic and…”

The people responded in agreement. “Let us kill them all! No one of them shall live in this world! If we will let them live, we will die!” “This is urgent, so we should kill them by next week, to cleanse our society, of the devilish acts. We should shun all kinds of evils. The werewolves, who are half-dogs, are a product of the devil, they are only disguised as humans. They are not humans, but just look like us. I have a business trip this week, so it should be scheduled next week.” Lord Avide is holding a scroll with his schedules listed in it.

He still looked confused and bothered. "Did something happen?" She asked him. "How do you know a person's a seer?" Calvin asked. "Well," Phiri paused to think about the question. "Dreams. The person begins to have the same visions the current seer's having. The seer is usually a female werewolf and her visions would be more accurate." Calvin was still not satisfied by the answers he was getting. Phiri was confirming his guess but she had not said enough to prove that Charlene was a seer.

And somehow he had hidden it from everyone. Several pages mentioned healers. Others mentioned secret meetings. Many referenced something called simply the seer. I leaned forward. The entries never explained who the seer was. Only that she appeared when she wished. Disappeared when she wished. And could not be found by ordinary means. One passage caught my attention. Those seeking answers must first surrender certainty. I frowned. What did that even mean? Then I reached another entry. A detailed description. An elderly woman. Silver hair. Sharp eyes. A crooked walking stick carved with strange symbols.