Fanfiction Charmed Novels & Stories

One thought lingered long after the rest had faded. Charlie noticed Elara now and she felt insecure. She couldn't let Elara to make a space of her own in Charlie’s heart. She knew well that Elara was the person who saved Charlie from fire and he believed it was her. That's why she was living well and Charlie pampered her. Everything started with a lie, but now she had generated genuine feelings for Charlie and couldn't let him go away from hers. And somehow, that bothered her far more.

Janet asked, trying to follow the story. “No. He got off. He disappeared for some time until twenty seven years ago once I became cursed. He set up for me and Bianca to get together to curse me and Wilson for revenge. Obviously his cursing tactic only worked on Wilson and I am still alive which pisses him off to my satisfaction. He is in jail now from killing another man, but he has always been a shadow hidden in the depths of my mind. I need to end him.” Janet licked her dry lips taking in everything Dan was saying. Christopher had been after him since they were teens. His hate for Dan ran deeper than he or she thought. “What does Fairchild have to do with it?”

Covering her from the woman in front of them. “What are you doing here?” “Weiss Heran,” she smiles. Her perfectly lined teeth were visible as the corners of her mouth lifted. “I did not know you two are still close friends—” “Charlene is my fiancee. Now answer me. What are you doing here?” Weiss lowered his voice, not wanting any more attention from the crowd of students. He knew how much Charlene hated attention. She once introduced herself not as the Red Moon Pack Alpha’s kid but as a farmer’s daughter to avoid any more unnecessary attention to her way. Charlene Samarah Adams is the kind of woman who would rather be labeled peasant than bother having sucking nobles under her.

CHANDLER’S POV My entire morning was filled with thoughts of how I could make that b*tch beg for her life to be spared. Charlene was always the reason why Jaxton never looked me in the eye with such interest showing from deep within his heart and soul. The mere fact that they were blessed by the Moon Goddess as mates was more than enough to infuriate my wolf. What more when I discovered that Charlene was cheating on Jaxton? I couldn't blink an eye after that news, so I took the honor of spreading a rumor about Charlene's indecent deed.

Her long flowing hair flowed with grace, embodying William's romantic dream of a princess in love. William's gaze was fixed on Juliana's nervous face, which magically added an irreplaceable sexy impression. Her beaming face and the nervous smile that crossed her lips fascinated and stunned William. In his view, Juliana is the embodiment of all that is beautiful in this world. Nervous Juliana adds to her undeniable charm. William could see the anxious light in her beautiful eyes, adding a touch of sexiness that was hard to ignore. Every movement of her body full of uncertainty made William more and more subdued to her alluring charm.

“You did not betray her. Your charm did not light up like mine when you walked in here. It is not the same one I gave you.” “What?” “I don’t know how, but the charm you have been wearing is fake.” I momentarily close my eyes. This changes everything. This means Clint could have been under some spell when he said and did all those hurtful things to Xena. “You were all over Gwen and did not care about Luna. It is not you. I don’t think it is the mate bond. That changed when you walked in here. Whatever you were under was no longer working,” Carl continues, sharing my sentiments.

KIND HERBALISTS AND HELPFUL WEREWOLVES ARE GONE. Elizabeth and Anais formed a pact-to make humans suffer forever.

I had someone pull every book and ledger that mentioned binding charms. Hours stretched like taffy. The healers worked in shifts, chanting, burning herbs, calling on the old rites. Their hands moved with the certainty of people who have seen too much death. The charm resisted at first—sparks flared when they tried to pry its energy loose. Once it reacted, Charlotte’s body shuddered violently, and I felt like I had been punched in the chest. At one point she gasped and a broken fragment of sound escaped her throat. I leaned in so close I could have whispered into her ear but then I was part of the reason she was in this condition.

I had just let out a breath of relief when another message came through. "The person who gave you that charm is vicious. She didn’t just use your birth data to have it made. She sealed a drop of her own blood inside it. Feeding the charm with blood lets that energy seep into your body. Even if you don’t wear it sometimes, she can still use your womb to grow her child." A chill ran down my spine. @HollowBranch continued, "I’ll tell you how to break it." That night, as soon as I got home, I followed their instructions and cooked a pot of warm ginger oatmeal with brown sugar. I had three full bowls before I finally started to feel better.

“Please spare me the sentimentality. We both know you hate her.” Her jaw tightened. “She grew up poor in our small town, but she had something that money couldn’t buy—charisma, grace, that unshakable spark. Everyone loved her for it. Even Eric.” “Until she took him from you,” Lawrence added. “Your own best friend.” Emma’s nostrils flared. “He was mine before he ever looked at her. And she knew that. But she played innocent—perfect Evelyn. And he fell for it.” “Until he didn’t,” Lawrence said with a smirk. “Until you and Eric decided to betray her.”