Enchanted Narissa Novels & Stories

Clara snapped harshly as Harish widened his eyes with her audacity. "But yeah, first unrope me and try if you are a man" Clara challenged him. This girl sure has guts. "You tiny girl" Harish walked towards her in anger to show her what he can do. Alex and Edward panicked seeing the things but they felt powerless to do anything. Clara shouldn't have provoked him. "My legs are not tied," Clara warned him but he came there as he bend to her height. She didn't think twice as she kicked his lower abdomen. Jason, Edward and Alex close their eyes as Alina beamed happily. Harish's eyes turned red as fluid formed over the layer.

As she spoke, Harmonia looked apologetic, and she even had a pitiful appearance. If there were levels to being a bitch, then Nara would surely be the queen. Unfortunately, she had encountered Harmonia, who was like a master-level rich woman. How could she compete with Harmonia? Today, she would let Nara know what it meant to use magic to defeat magic. Nara was already furious, but now, she was completely baffled as well. Jenell pretended not to hear them and simply looked at the tea leaves in her servant's hand, not intending to speak.

He warned again as he stepped into the restroom, a little feet away from us. His menacing voice is enough to scare anyone because of the aura it carried but Enrique wasn't fazed, rather, he didn't want to seem fazed for reasons best known to him. "You mean her??" He smirked and tightened his hold on my wrist, pushing his sharp finger into my skin. My face squeezed as the pain took over. I watched how Marcus’ eyes glimmer in the restroom's dim light, the silver was slowly taking over the green in them which means that... my eyes widened in realization; his wolf, Ragnar was taking over... it's going to be a bloodbath!

As her aura slowly eased it became easier to breathe. Narissa is the first-born Steward. She holds a strength and title that I could only ever dream of, one that probably would be able to match Zander’s or even his father’s. My strength is nothing compared to what she has. I will admit that a part of me is jealous, but only in the sense that Father kept such an important part of our family away, one that I would have loved to have known all these years.

Their hiss sounds like a very unpleasant sound to me that I felt the urge to kill them right there and then without showing any mercy. Then finally, my eyes drifted to the woman sitting on the untidy throne-yes, I call it untidy not because it is just made of plain stone and has no golds nor silvers, but because it has a bunch of pyscho snakes. The woman was wearing a black smoke-like dress with small slits all over that are blazing. Her eyes resemble the color of fire and her hair that is flowing down her waist is also burning red. And oh, her face... it feels like I'm staring at the goddes of fire herself. There is no doubt. This woman in front is Nerissa, the evil witch who lures men with

I thunder. “Yes!” A voice echoes from outside. The door flings open and Nerissa walks in, in all her glory. She is wearing a crystal royal dress with golden embellishments. On her hair sat a sparkling golden crown. She is radiating so much grace, power and aura. And she doesn't look like someone who has been under house arrest for more than two weeks now. Her gaze locks with mine and she smirks—dangerous and triumphant. She is not supposed to be here?

I was so confused until she mentioned Shiva and Frah , the fucking she-wolves are driving me crazy , the sooner they leave the castle the better . The growl that rips from Nari has us both stunned . That was nothing compared to when she looked up at me . Her fucking eyes are glowing lilac . I am now standing behind her looking at the mirror as Nari stares at herself . Her heart is hammering out her chest and I am starting to worry about her. She hasn't spoken , moved or even blinked in what feels like ever . “Nari.” I say as I run my hands up and down her bare arms . She almost jumps at my touch , after blinking a few times her eyes return to their normal two different colours of green .

Before their eyes lay a place of immense significance, where the very essence of power in The Enchanted Realm converged. The Sacred Nexus was a sight to behold, a realm bathed in ethereal light. Streams of shimmering magical energy wound their way through the air, weaving intricate patterns that seemed to dance to an ancient rhythm. The earth beneath their feet pulsed with vitality, and the sky above shimmered with iridescent hues.

“Morgan.” The enchantress immediately called for her apprentice and told her to ready the chariot as she immediately got dressed, grabbed her coat, and hurriedly put on her shoes. “Where to, Enchantress?” the apprentice asked while they hurriedly walked out of the enchantress' abode. Enchantress Inessa stopped in her tracks and turned to face her apprentice with a solemn expression on her face. “To Grimbell. I need to see Morgan Muller,” she said. Enchantress Inessa is the head enchantress of the whole Grimbell. Enchantresses are someone who can see the future of the wolves and other creatures. It was also said that they have a thin string of communication with the Goddess of the Moon.

Where Cassandra thrives on spectacle, Velarissa rules through dread. Nymira, Fae Princess of Thistlevale — Ethereal laughter, like crystal chimes caught on a spring breeze, drifts in Nymira’s wake. No one can predict whether that laughter heralds delight or disaster; she braids emotions the way other women braid hair, spinning longing, envy, or unreasoning joy at a whim. Courtiers who meet her emerald gaze often walk away uncertain where their own desires end and hers begin.