Disenchantment Novels & Stories

Brandon panicked in his heart because he did not expect he would be exposed. However, he pointed at Kayson furiously in the next instant. “He’s spewing nonsense, Shyla! What the heck is an enchantment? How can something like that possibly exist in real life? “He must be insane. There’s something wrong with his mind!”

"This is the Enchantment of Annihilation. You can have twelve manning this enchantment together. Now, time is of the essence. Spend the rest of your time digesting what you've just learned and come to me if you have any questions." The mutants all sat down and began assimilating the magic of this enchantment. The lion might be keeping his eyes closed, but his mouth only opened wider and wider as his face contorted with shock. But he was not the only one; everyone else was equally shocked too, although their reaction was not as exaggerated as the lion mutant's. Silhouettes of twelve beasts flitted around in their minds, demonstrating the positions and placings to activate the incredibly destr

I huffed. “Maybe use acid to burn it off,” she offered, and I eyed her incredulously. “Really? Then what, Willow? I still have no wolf and will be banished from wherever I go. I'm just going to deal with the outcome, and if it's my end… well, it's been nice knowing you,” I sighed as she frowned. “Brands are magically permanent, anyway,” she growled firmly as she rolled her eyes and gave me a look of sympathy.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Eric apologized, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Landon. I—" Ignoring Eric, Serena eyed Cassian curiously and asked, "What are these Madiora enchantments you mentioned earlier?" In stark contrast to her earlier expression, she now had a faint smile on her face. Cassian replied, "Madiora enchantments are a set of mystic arts that are extremely profound. They can be used to achieve all kinds of wondrous results. People who are unfamiliar with them may think of them as old superstitions, but those with a true understanding consider them miracle cures."

She nods to me. The melody crescendos, the theater's walls bending inward. Eden grips the dagger, trembling. "Don't," I say softly. He meets my gaze, tears carving paths through the gold sheen on his skin. "What if it's better? What if we *win* here?" --- **The Dissonance** The Cantor's voice booms. *"Choose, little king. A paradise composed, or a life *discordant*."* Eden raises the blade. For a heartbeat, I think he'll strike me-erase the storm, the venom, the weight of what we are. But he turns and plunges it into the mirror.

Shit. “ I DIDN’T KNOW OKAY? Fuck put that down, I didn’t know.” She hesitated for just one second then place her mask back on and dumps the whole thing on me. I must’ve passed out. The first thing I feel when I come to is how wet the bed is. Must be some sort of enchantment this shit has or it would’ve been destroyed. The lingering traces of acid burn my back side as it sinks into the bed. Fucking hell I haven’t felt pain this intense in a while. Breathing is starting to become harder and harder.

It really is only a matter of time until she makes another mistake. The initial rush of power from my completed transformation has begun to fade. Staying invisible while sitting on top of the van, and holding on is forcing me to use what little energy I have left after that big show at Axel's house has taken its toll. I feel myself fading, drooping. Without the adrenaline of the moment or the pulsing feel of the Master's power and influence riding my body, everything feels grittier, darker, and less beautiful. Is this how Enchantra feels, craving a thing she cannot have, stuck as she feels her powers fading? Does her body long for his essence and power? As she watches her beauty fade like a

Dark Enchantment Chapter 1: Elara Have you ever craved something so deeply, only to regret it when it became reality? That’s exactly how I felt, but tenfold. My heart felt as if it had been ripped from my chest, and I had to suppress all that pain. I had to fix everything because the trouble was of my own making. Six months earlier… My father sent me to this place when I turned sixteen because I was what he called the family disappointment. Back home, I was as girly as a girl could be and popular. But it seems it wasn’t enough.

I looked up at Summer's triumphant face, then at Cade. "Is this apology good enough?" Cade's chest rose and fell heavily for a while, then he cleared his throat. "I'm glad you've repented. Go mourn your mother for me." After saying those superficial words, he wrapped his arm around Summer's slender waist and turned back to continue the celebration. Amidst laughter and chatter, guests whispered amongst themselves. "No wonder Mr. Finley wouldn't touch her. Her heart is foul. That's why intimate photos of her leaked the other day."

“I know. Discretion. But I don’t regret it. Not for a second.” Elena smiled faintly and kissed him again, slower this time. Her pussy gave one last soft squeeze around his cock before she finally lifted herself off him. A thick trickle of their mixed cum ran down her thigh as she stood on shaky legs. She looked at him, eyes still dark with satisfaction. “The retreat continues today. We go back to being boss and junior in public. But this…” She touched his chest lightly. “This isn’t over.” Kai pulled her close for one more kiss, his hands gentle on her waist. “Good. Because I want more of you.”