Enchantress Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

I asked. "I'm sorry, there is only one, and there is no other way for you to survive there. And the way is to stop the person who holds that power, " said the king. And Hell Illusion Eyes is the most powerful power in the world of magic; only a legendary goddess can wield it, and no previous legendary goddess has ever wielded it. Only Sophie has this kind of enormous power, " said the king. "Sophie's power is called infinite power, or, in other words, eternal power, and Sophie is the first creature to have such power, " the king added.

The two guards sprouted their fangs and stared hostile expressions at each other. “Knock it off, you two”. Winston yelled zooming between the two. We got bigger problems than your egos. “He’s right you know.” The vampires looked toward the heaping pile of burning smoke as an Asian teenage girl with a long, pink mohawk wearing a blue, amber crop top. She emitted mystical energy from her hands. “Who the hell are you?” “Sardonyx Pryde. The last witch you’ll ever see”. The pink-haired enchantress floated three inches from the ground with an overconfident smirk on her face.

Anna thought while stunned. Anna, who is called the Goddess of a thousand mammoths because of her extraordinary strength. Devora, on the other hand, is called the Soul Goddess because of her beauty and ability to remove souls from the bodies of others. By using her black power. She can instantly destroy the soul of anyone she touches or paralyze it, so that her victim's body will be unable to move. She can also move around to different places like a ghost so others call her Ghost princess. They were the two goddesses who had been the left and right hands of one of the powerful kings of their time, and they had been faithful and wonderful when it came to carrying out the orders of superiors.

“I know you have many questions as do I. You gained my attention when one of my demons caught word that Enora the goddess of war was murdered by her latest prodigy. How exactly were you able to kill an immortal?” Enora being a goddess of war was a bit of a stretch to me. For one, I always pictured goddesses to be beautiful and she had more of a troll like appearance. If she were truly an immortal then she looked every bit of her age. Though I could not deny she was powerful and she displayed that in her control over me until she no longer had it.

"That grandson's pause is f*cking stupid enough. I didn't expect that he was even more stupid than before. This idiot is actually going to fight against the Blackhill Enchantress in one move. Is he sick? Does he know the background of the Blackhill Enchantress?" "He is looking for death. The Blackhill Enchantress is nicknamed the Soul of Three Chained Souls. It means that she can kill people in three moves. This is enough to show how horrible the Blackhill Enchantress's explosive power is. How can this grandson play this trick with others?" The man was speechless an

Pft! I had a special gift of matching mates, even without the wolves involved knowing they were mates. I had learnt it from my mom, Larissa. She had practiced sorcery for twelve years. She had my dad marry her through sorcery. She had been a part witch and a part werewolf. She was only able to bestow her mate matching abilities to me before she passed on. I had found out about Derrick and Gwen few years ago, at the transition festival. They both stood at the same proximity. I could feel an invisible connecting force between them, until they walked away from the connection. It was the strongest bond I had ever seen in my life.

Alina calmed down but Clara turned into a lioness and she wants justice. "What happened?" A soft voice echoed the room while Clara turned to see the owner of the voice. She should say that the voice is very soft and fragile yet it carries some aura to demand respect. She never gets carried away in her life with just the voice. But it's different. Her hazel eyes met the chocolate brown orbs. A perfect guy with a perfect beard. To add to his charm, he has perfectly grown hair that ends just behind his ears. He is just simply hot in all aspects. Clara didn't even blink away from his side. He could see that shameless stare of her over him. He slightly smiles, recognising his effect on her.

The mother of Balmond, and the rival of Tigreal's mother, until she gave up her last breath. Rumor has it that the deities have granted her immortality, as she never ages or loses her beauty with age. However, no one could prove it since she is too mysterious to be spied on. But one thing is certain about her, and that is that she is an enchantress and a formidable magician. By far the sole wizard in the Dark Moons pack, this elevated her royalties and reputation throughout the whole pack. In fact, she holds the same position as the Alpha in the dark moon pack, although she doesn't possess the title of an alpha due to the fact that she never challenged Balmond

Trevan the Assassin's Mate 25 years later Sage pov I sharpen my twin blades on the whetstone. Plucking a strand of my long black hair I drop it on the blade and grin when it falls to the ground in two pieces. My name is Sage Ravenclaw, the daughter of Nimue the original Enchantress. I'm a powerful necromancer, full-blood unseelie, assassin, and a bounty huntress. I have taken the place of Cecil's daughter as the best woman assassin in the realms and I planned on killing her in revenge for my adoptive grandfather Zaros. He never returned from her mate's home and I'm holding her responsible. I mentally spoke to my raven, ordering them to search for my target and