Enchanted Arty Novels & Stories

“The Book of Enchantments isn’t just any ancient text. It holds the power to destroy the very fabric of the Universe. The spells within it are beyond comprehension, so potent that only the strongest wizards and witches could ever hope to perform them. Kalazar knows this. And that’s why he needs it.” Dominic’s jaw tightened, and I could see the storm brewing in his eyes. The thought of such power in Kalazar’s hands was a nightmare we could hardly afford to entertain. “So, he’s building an army,” Dominic muttered, piecing together the dark puzzle. “He’s gathering wizards, witches—anyone who can harness that kind of magic to bring his plans to fruition.”

my mom said, leaving her position and sitting close to me. "Listen to me. Don't you, because of being Serbian, lose the feelings you have for Kent. For all I know, the young man honestly loves you, and I believe you love him too." "I do, Mom."an ambiguous look on my face. "…but I don't want to bring trouble to Dad or to you either." "You won't, my love. "You won't," Mom patted my long red hair. She held me close to her shoulders. "Just be who you are…THE LUNA OF THE FULL MOON. You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this."

“Stay out.” The pool pulsed—and all six—Elara, Lerder, Lyra, Maerra, Goran, Rhys—felt a blast of despair surge through them. Elara collapsed forward, her hair splayed. She heard her twin's voice whisper. “You took everything.” Lerder caught her. “Don’t listen.” Lyra touched Rhys’s shoulder. “This is the enchantmentn of guilt and separation.” Aryn lit a vision rune at each stone pillar. Light spread across the hall in arches of runic blue.

“The cursed… the broken… you bring ruin…” Caden drew his sword, his stance rigid. “Show yourself!” he shouted, but the mist swallowed his words. Aria shivered, the voices clawing at her mind. “It’s enchanted,” she said, her voice shaking. “It’s trying to break us.” The whispers intensified, venomous and personal. “Weak… unworthy… doomed…” One warrior stumbled, his face pale. “I can’t do this,” he muttered, turning back. Another hesitated, eyes darting wildly.

Together, we would face the darkness, one heartbeat against the void. The air hummed with tension as we set about our grim task, the cavernous war room transformed into a hive of quiet activity. Every surface was strewn with maps, weapons, and strange talismans, each holding the potential to turn the tide in our favor-or seal our fate. I watched my pack gather the tools of war with careful hands, their faces set in lines of concentration. "Keep the enchanted daggers separate," I instructed Eden, who nodded, his young features belying the gravity of his responsibility. He handled the artifacts reverently, aware that their magic could be both weapon and shield against The Black Faes' dark sorc

The world will be at our fingertips. Raven: (raising an eyebrow, a wicked smile playing on her lips) Oh, Luciano, the world will be our playground. From the darkest alleys to the highest echelons, we'll leave our mark, a testament to our dominance. Luciano: (his voice low and seductive) Together, Raven, we'll rule this empire with an iron fist. No one will challenge our authority or question our supremacy. Our enemies will regret ever crossing our path. I leaned in, lowering my voice a mere whisper "Oh, Luciano, they won't just regret it. They'll rue the day they dared to defy us."

Even if he looks at the door. He was chanting some spells and blue and green lights were formed in between his palms. And soon the room was filled with smoke. Because of the smoke I couldn't see anything clearly. Once the smoke subsided, I again looked in the room. But there was no one. Wait they were here just a few seconds before. Though at that time I couldn't see them clearly but at least I could see them blurry. But where are they now?

Coming to me she knelt down and hugged the two of us to her. Tears coming freely to my own eyes I felt her whisper into my ear, “Do not fear for that child. She is as graceful as the panther and as hard to catch as the wind. She will do it! I glanced to her as inwardly my own faith in the impossible being achieved came to the breaking point. Meeting my gaze she affirmed with all the great faith she had as an individual, “She will do it.” Nodding I affirmed, “She will do it.”

I reached out and tried to find her pattern scent, but I was hit with nothing. I saw the wolf swirling within the depth of her turquoise pools. I felt anger zing on my tongue, but it didn’t taste like mine. It tasted almost sweet, like her. “Toy?” I spat venomously. “Your half-breed plaything. I was just saying how toys are supposed to be shared. You walked in just as I was about to get a taste.” Lucian’s snarl joined with mine. “He’s baiting you,” Clementine whispered. “Ignore him.”

Everywhere was eerily quiet with the low sound of music from Ren's house floating around. Soon they got to a tiny clearing and mounted on a huge tree was a huge, sturdy looking treehouse. Yihai gaped at it because he'd never seen a tree house before talk more of being in it. "It's majestic, right?" Jaesung beamed with pride as he looked at Yihai then back at the treehouse. "Maybe this is what gave me the idea that I could build when actually, Ren's uncle had a big hand in it, we were just 14 year old helpers."