Disenchantment Novels & Stories

my mom encouraged, wanting to hear about my experiences in therapy. "Well, my therapist advises me to confront and process the events that have happened to me instead of suppressing them. Ignoring them will only cause me more distress in the long run. Therapy can be challenging, as it often feels physically exhausting, with my limbs feeling fatigued on a daily basis. However, my ability to speak has not been significantly affected. The attractive rasp in my voice is gradually fading."

We watched an ancient enchanted scroll burn to ashes in Desmond’s hand. It dispersed into the air and vanished into nullity. At that moment, my faith in white magic wholly dissipated. What was the meaning of a contract if it wasn’t indestructible? I felt betrayed by everyone in front of me. How could they be oblivious to the capabilities of an incubus?

The shimmering lights above seem to blink as if in dread of the rage I’m carrying. The potion, a masterpiece of deception and desire from the werewolf-witch hybrids of the ancient times, has failed! It’s meant to bind Braxton to me with an unbreakable enchantment, yet here I am, alone in my wrath, walking away from him with my dreams of power and love crumbling like fragile petals beneath an iron boot! "Unbelievable," I mutter through clenched teeth, my voice a venomous hiss. -”Me, too, is in disbelief that the potion lost its power the moment Braxton heard his lover’s voice! It’s a shame that his mate-bond with her is stronger than that potion!”-

Taylor just smiled and nodded. Max smiled, “While this is really interesting, can we get back to removing enchantments?” I laughed and Abel agreed, “While I love seeing the bond in action, I would really like to get home.” I laughed, “I understand. Can you find any more?” He started sniffing around and found the rock formation was still enchanted. We all removed that enchantment, then started on our way back to the house while we removed spells along the way.

Taylor just smiled and nodded. Max smiled, “While this is really interesting, can we get back to removing enchantments?” I laughed and Abel agreed, “While I love seeing the bond in action, I would really like to get home.” I laughed, “I understand. Can you find any more?” He started sniffing around and found the rock formation was still enchanted. We all removed that enchantment, then started on our way back to the house while we removed spells along the way.

JOSHUA POV As soon as Joel blew the whistle, all the bikers start to fly their bike. 3rd rider was the one who was ahead of all of us. I was at last. I don’t show my potential just right at the beginning. It’s fun to let people believe that they are winning and enjoy their reaction at finishing line. While I was moving ahead, I saw the biker next to me looking like at me and passing a snarky smile. It was a smile that I couldn’t get at first but next he did was push me, trying to get me out of the race. Suddenly I was the picture of Babi and my brother together in my mind. All the anger and feeling of betrayal came rushing through my veins. I don’t know since when I started to lover this m

It was like he knew who I was talking about, “Right, that boy you’ve enchanted.” Enchanted? What? No! I shot my head at him, “I did no such thing!!” The priest looked back at me coldly, “God will be the judge of that little witch.” His gaze was turning more cold by the second, “Indeed with beauty like that you can enchant many men.” I felt my chest tighten. What? “No!” I denied it, “I have done nothing wrong!! I-I’ve never enchanted anyone, I don’t even know how!!”

Instead of enjoying my day off, here I am, mumbling to myself in my bedroom. No energy to go out. No desire to take a walk just for fun. Whatever I do, my mind stays chained to what’s happening. How can I enjoy anything when my heart is heavy with resentment?

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“Wait a minute, you said that our names reflect our power; what the hell is wrong with Eden?” “Eden is brainwashed by the witch Tabitha.” “Tabitha is dead, by my own hand.” I said with a finality of malice. “I know, I watched her descent into hell. It wasn’t pretty, but it was pretty funny.” She laughed. “Her brain is purging the venom she’d been infected with, but it’s going to take some time.” “How long?” “About a year.” I gasped. “Why so long?”