Enchanted Lake Descendants Novels & Stories

“Still… I never expected you to know Phoebe's secret!” added Marcel in a curious tone. Whatever the case was, Gerald couldn’t help but sigh in relief. After all, Marcel’s response was a clear sign that Phoebe really was a descendant of the ancient witches. That meant that her son was an heir of the witches as well. He remembered Zeman telling him that all witch descendants required the Divine fruit in order to awaken the power in their blood.

The entire estate was transformed into a winter wonderland adorned with shimmering icicles, sparkling snowflakes, and majestic evergreen trees. Their names were announced over the enchanting music that filled the air as if they were characters from a medieval play. "Lily Bray, eldest and Omega daughter of Alpha Kenneth of the Blue Creek pack and Tiffany Fizsefa, youngest and Delta daughter of Alpha Edan and Queen Lycia of the Moon Shine Pride."

We both turned back to my Dad who nodded and continued. "When I found the lake, I immediately showed my Dad, who at the time was the Alpha. I was just barely coming of the age to take over the pack and I hadn't found your mother yet. Anyways, that's when my Dad finally shared the secret with me. Now it will be your secret. The Silver Throne Queen made an agreement with my father after he had discovered the lake. The barrier, or allusion can sometimes be fickle. When the Silver Throne had to relocate, they couldn't take the lake of course, so they disguised it as you now know." This information has my head spinning and again, more questions arise. Leon raises his hand, as if he were a student

Enzir looked forward and saw the sapphire blue of the lake. “Beautiful, Lankko!” Enzir shouted as he felt Kora glide lower as she went down the mountains and over the trees bordering the lake. “Peaceful. Serimang’s in a good mood!” said Lankko. Enzir heard of the tales about the giant creature that inhabited the lake. There had been rare sightings of the creature, but Enzir had not really known anyone who had seen it. When he was a boy, he used to ask his advisers to tell him stories of the lake creature and he would marvel at the fantastic tales told him. As he grew older, he realized that there were too many versions of the story. When he asked his advisers and storytellers about the creat

Caralyn always wants to snuggle with the sprites, especially when it’s nap time. “Papa, what’s that over there?” Caralyn points to the area where the gorge is. “Do you mean the troll bridge, sweetness?” “No, papa, beyond that. There is land, but nothing on it.” I look at my daughter more thoughtfully. She will be a Guardian, it’s in her blood and I knew her eye sight was good, better than most, but to see that far? Sight must be her Guardian gift. “That used to be Eventide, sweetness. Now, the land is vacant.”

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.

“To make it easier to understand—I can teleport my ancestral body into another realm without moving my physical one. In that state, I can influence events happening in both spiritual and physical dimensions. That’s what makes me a Sesame witch.” "What?" I was confused, trying to understand what she was saying. “Come, have a seat,” she said, pointing to the empty chair. I sat and fixed my gaze on her. “See, honey... being a Sesame witch isn’t something everyone in our family inherits,” Mom said, her tone a little wistful. “My great-grandmother had it. But your grandma? Just a regular witch. A good one—but not chosen.” “They called it the Immaculate Gift—the Sesame Spirit.”

There were white lights in eagle shapes flying about. "What is this place?" She asked in awe. "It is an enchanted part of the lake. No one sees it except a chosen few." He told her. "It is a marvel." She said looking around. "Wait, how did we get here so fast." She asked looking at him. "I have gifts." He told her while sitting down on the grass. He could have told her that some members of his family, especially his mother's side had strange abilities. This was because their grandmother was a light witch who was strong enough to pass those abilities to her grandchildren skipping a generation.

The wind blew softly as if afraid to disturb the serene calmness. “Come!” Azraiel said. She could hear a smile in his voice. Charlotte followed him and they sat down on the ground, the slight grass tickling her softly. As Azraiel sat down, he put one of his arms around her shoulders and pushed her head to his chest softly. “I never thought there would be a lake in the middle of the woods!” She said quietly. “Yeah..!” Azraiel breathed, his breath fanning over her cheek and hair. “It’s actually enchanted,” Azraiel told her.

“The name your mother gave you after your father’s death! And at the time I confronted her and told her she was wrong but looking at you now, I guess she was right.” “Who are you!” “I am the leader of the White Witches of the Enchanted Forest, known as ‘Alabaster Weald’ and my name is Genteel.” “Well that explains the look and peaceful character, now unlock my magic so I can kill you all and go home!” “How far you have fallen from grace, child and I have already seen the magic that is controlling you! And I owe your father many favours this is where I begin repaying!” Genteel places her hand on Mukura’s stomach and pushes it forcibly inside and Mukura gushes out clotted blood from her mouth.