Enchantress Novels & Stories

I tell then and slowly, they replant themselves on the ground again and the ground patches itself like they were never uprooted even once. "I think you are an enchantress. Wow! I never saw that coming," the oracle says and I look at him waiting for him to explain. He doesn't and I give him and impatient look and she smiles sheepishly. "I am sorry. I forget that you are new to all this. An enchantress is a witch who can enchant or bewitch anything by the power of their minds and make it do their bidding. They are the most powerful and list feared because they can even enchant their fellow witches and fellow wizards into doing wh

Turning her so that she's looking at me instead of away from me. "I don't know what you're talking about." She begins, attempting to feign innocence. However, I know her better than that. I don't know why I didn't see it earlier. Of course, she would try to be involved with all of this. Even the name was a dead giveaway. It's a homage to the man she loves. All the signs were pointing to her being the Huntress, from their hacking abilities to her strange disappearance. Everything was beginning to make sense now.

The time for the full moon ritual was drawing near, and Dante's focus was unyielding. Isabella, known as the Enchantress, exuded an aura of mystique. Her eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light as she chanted ancient incantations, weaving intricate spells that danced around the room. The air shimmered with illusions, distorting the perception of reality and ensnaring the senses. Alistair, the Elemental, stood tall and composed, his presence radiating an elemental force. He harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air, each element at his command. Flames flickered at his fingertips, water swirled around him, the earth beneath his feet trembled, and gust

’ Jake links. ‘Yes, that’s the only way.’ ‘Do you want to?’ ‘I will try. Can you stand by me?’ ‘Always love.’ “I am Luna Sonya. Thank you all for being here today. It is true that we are here to come together against Hades. Not only has he started to build an army but he is convinced that he can harness the power of the moon goddess through a pendant that he thinks I possess.” “Why would he think you have the pendant?” One of the witches asks.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Betrayal.” Still, after breakfast and more plotting than I was mentally prepared for pre-coffee, we packed up our shit. Zephyr’s mom, Loria Sylvaran, actual goddess of protective mom energy, gave us each a charm to wear and summoned a portal with a flick of her badass fingers.

The High Enchantress herself. I swallowed the curse rising in my throat. High Enchantress Calista. The leader of the coven who helped forge the twisted ritual years ago—the one that temporarily transferred Olivia’s Phoenix Mark into Evelyn. They were only supposed to be summoned once, and only if I needed to awaken dormant magics. Their price had been steep then. Now, they were here without warning. I straightened, sharp anger sharpening my calm.

And Althea, bonded and newly awakened in power, might be the only thing standing in her way. Years Ago — The Outer Courts of Aeryndor Evelyne Valenhart stood alone before the High Council, her emerald robes darkened with ash and blood. The once-favored daughter of the Valenhart line, First Enchantress of the Crown, had been reduced to nothing but a ghost of scandal—betrayer, heretic, consort of forbidden power. “You delved too far,” the High Keeper spat, slamming the butt of his staff against the polished marble floor. “You bound yourself to shadows that were buried for a reason.”

"This is the legacy of the Enchanted Realm, the harmony of nature and magic combined!" With a graceful yet commanding gesture, Elysia unleashed her newfound power upon the enemy. Gusts of wind tore through their ranks, waves of water surged forth, rocks and boulders levitated and hurled, and flames danced with an intensity that rivalled the sun. The battlefield became a maelstrom of elements, a cataclysmic display of nature's raw might.

Mayari flatly replied, eyes still glued on the fire as she breath the cold winter breeze. Meanwhile, in a certain border of the curse forest, two troupes stood still at the entrance as they both converse, or more like argue. “They are long gone?” Helen parroted sternly, her blue eyes throwing daggers at the priestess. “I think you’re underestimating my children, Lady Yesenia.” “You’re Lady Helen Revinyr right? The Sorceress of Knowledge and Power.” Lady Yesenia asked through a stern glare. “Yes,” Helen answered, “but I appreciate if you just call me Ms. Helen.”