Enchantment Novels & Stories

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

As I avoided a shadowy claw and felt its icy burn against my skin, my heart raced. The Harbinger laughed as he observed us. The words "You misunderstand," he said. "You don't engage in combat. You accompany them. Damon tightened his jaw. "Not happening." With my head racing, I retreated. Melissa, think. These were not your typical adversaries. They were not composed of blood or flesh. Enchantment. Magic had to be included. I closed my eyes and looked within, seeking the force that had always existed. In my chest, the golden energy burst into life.

“But you don’t need to worry Amber. It’s more to protect you from… you. Than for anything else.” Protect me from me? I almost scoffed in annoyance and tugged at the fabric again. This time the burn tore a groan from my throat as the heat met the same injured spot and threatened to melt my skin. “Oh.” Princess Danica paused, her eyes flicking down to my wrist in pity. “Before I forget, the enchantment also neutralizes abilities.” She clicked her tongue then strolled to the door. “Not even all your Lucan strength can help you with this one, Amber. This is the real deal.”

He smiled, remarking how that day had replayed in his mind continuously for the past six years. As the witches commenced their chant in an unfamiliar tongue, a sudden wind began to displace items from the table, sending papers into a flurry. The candles, once lit, flickered to black. Krystal urged everyone to retreat, explaining that black candles signify malevolence and expressing her doubts about the ritual. Her mother reassured her, insisting that this needed to transpire for life to progress positively.

Just imagining fighting an opponent who suddenly unleashed five times their normal strength felt suffocating. It would be complete dominance. Above medium-grade enchantments were high-grade enchanted weapons. These were said to be as rare as a Phoenix feather or the bone marrow of ancient dragons. High-grade enchanted weapons could amplify a warrior’s strength by ten times or even more. Some even possessed additional abilities known as buffs. Certain buffs weakened enemies directly. Others targeted the mind itself, causing confusion, fear, hallucinations, or momentary distractions during battle. And among elite warriors, even a single second of distraction cou

Suddenly, more voices flooded my mind like a tidal wave. 'Galvan's a freeloader. If it weren't for his rich wife, Marisa, supporting him, what would he be? Just a nobody in the family.' 'Marisa's art collection is so enviable. If only I could get my hands on them.' 'The lobsters tonight aren't fresh enough, but who dares complain?' 'How much did this party cost? Marisa's art business must be doing very well.' I could hear everyone's thoughts! This supernatural ability both shocked and excited me. Behind everyone's smiles lay all sorts of secrets and malice.

“It is normal to use that when enchanting a person. But with most spells, there has to be a conduit. You cannot reach someone by external spells alone. There has to be a connection.” “A connection,” I realized. “Something like those sachets from before?” “Exactly,” Elder Miriam nodded approvingly. “Manipulation comes from within.” “So, poison,” Lyr shrugged, summing up Elder Miriam’s explanation. I exhaled. At least I had some awareness of what was going on now. “What kind of poison, then?” I asked, feeling weary. Lyra shrugged and I turned back to Elder Miriam, who was leaning over the hospital bed, looking like a spectre..

Maps lay scattered across the table, but they weren’t discussing borders — not this time. “Tell me everything,” Kaelen ordered. “Every detail about this scent spell.” Lorien spoke first. “It’s called Aether’s Perfume. A high-level enchantment that twists a wolf’s senses — makes them believe they’re bonded to the caster. It’s fueled by the victim’s emotions, which means the stronger your feelings, the faster it spreads.” Kaelen clenched his fists. “So when I thought I felt desire for her—” “It wasn’t you,” Lorien finished gently. “It was the magic feeding on what you already were — love, loyalty, instinct. It twisted those until you couldn’t tell where they end

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!

Her duty to protect The Enchanted Realm sometimes clashed with the needs of the natural world. Aria found herself torn between her role as an archer and her growing mastery of enchantment. As she crafted more powerful and versatile arrows, she wondered if the enchantments were changing her essence. There was a constant conflict within her between the purity of her archery skills and the allure of magical manipulation.