Novel & Cerita Glamour Witches

Over time, they had become the stuff of legend, monstrous figures in the eyes of Gloomwood’s inhabitants. It was said that the Ivyshade wolves were all hideous witches, who used twisted sorcery to kill. They were rumored to have eyes slanted like demons, noses as sharp as hawk beaks, and constantly shifting faces so grotesque, one glance could make your skin crawl. One year ago, on the night of a full moon, the sky above Moonshade Valley burst into clusters of radiant light, brilliant, colorful, and impossibly dazzling. No one knew what it was, but that only added another layer of mystique to the legend of the witches. The nearby packs were thrown into unease, convinced the witches had perfo

The grand chandelier that once dazzled the room with opulence now hung cracked and flickering, casting fractured light across the battlefield that had once been a ballroom. Wolves stalked between toppled tables and shattered glass, their eyes glowing in the dim light. Their fur—black, silver, russet—was streaked with blood, claws dripping with violence. Snarls rumbled from deep within their throats. The witches, dressed in black and crimson robes, floated above the floor, their feet barely touching the marble. Their eyes shimmered with cruel amusement, their fingers wreathed in dark smoke. Some laughed softly as they cast spells, weaving magic like silk through the air—binding, blinding, bre

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

She laughed, “He never trusted me either, even before I got it. But with this girl, we can make it right. She is the key to ultimate power and wisdom, only one shows up every century or so.” “I will continue to break her down, but I need to give a reason for her absent, I only brought a few days.” “Glamour spell,” suggested Shasha. “You’ll need to kill another witch for it to work, we will gut her out and you need blood and hair from Evelyn. Have it look like hunters killed her. The vampires will benefit us. Once we have her, we will work to figure out vampire’s immortality next.” “You are so brilliant mother, I will not let you down.” I walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I had th

“Our history, how we started our path. That book is a grimoire, a spell book if you will. It holds every spell, curse, potion or summons that the Owens witches knew.” Ivy looked at the page then back at her aunt her eyes narrowed. “Owens? But you, Lucile and mum are all Joneses. Why is Owens so important?” She asked with irritation. Standing back from the book and her aunt. Ivy folded her arms across her chest. Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on.

“Because the moon goddess has chosen me to work with the great unifier. She is in danger, and as the witch assigned to help her through her battle with Enzo Darkmoore, I have come to seek your help as our hands are tied.” Hazel exhaled shakily after this, then waited for them to pass their judgment. “Very well then, you may turn around to face us!” the women ordered, and Hazel turned at once as Halle had instructed. In front of her stood a raised platform of ten witches, all dressed in white cloaks, sitting on huge thrones looking down at her. She felt very small before their towering figures. “You seek the release of Radolf Clawmark, do you not?” one witch in the circle asked, diverting Haz

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

He gritted. The lady stared down at him, a little bit puzzled by his size and voice for an Alpha but size and weight didn't matter in greed, neither did wisdom. As a witch, she knew and understood what those patterns were. It was a warning from a witch to another witch that would try to unseal the tomb. Glady didn't have a death wish. "I don't think you understand what those words mean and mind your words Alpha Fergus, you are not my Alpha. I am a witch, you're a werewolf, we will never tangle" she glared.

I can't be so wrong with that. I know how vampires look. They always give off this menacing but seductive eyes. The werewolves are always powerful looking, like they're going to dominate everywhere, fearlessly gracing through the red carpet as the other vampires hissed at their presence. I awed when the witches arrived to grace the red carpet. They were all beautiful women, wearing seductive dresses and of course, their brooms. I shyly smiled when one of them glanced at me, giving me a weird but curious look. She dismissed it right away when one of the witches pulled her into entrance.