Glamour Witches Novels & Stories

Lore had it that the first witch had been blessed by Hermia with powers which had then passed to her descendants. As we neared, I spotted three of my strongest wolves standing guard. I nodded in silent approval as they stepped aside to let me into the cabin. A young woman rose as I entered, turning towards me. I took a moment to study her - long raven colored hair, high cheekbones, porcelain skin and a killer body. She was beautiful in a way that was meant to stun and seduce, but I was willing to bet an arm that that wasn’t what she really looked like. Underneath that glamour spell, she could be a seventy year old with false teeth.

“Glamour spell.” “You think that’s what it was?” Zander nodded. “It has to be.” The glamour spell is an old trick used by the witches to conceal their identity. It would make sense for the intruder to have used that, hence why my guards couldn’t see him, smell him or track him. That was why it was also easy for him to escape. “You may be right.” “Also, my Lord. Your pet, Kira said that she saw his eyes.” Well that was news to me.

His lips… argghhh I don’t want to lust over those glossy and crimson pouty lips! I badly need to confess and beg for the lord's guidance. I think I am enchanted by evil spirits. A spirit that could make me tremble, pissed off, and thrilled.

I pulled her into me and we lost ourselves to each other. ***** It was the most beautiful morning of my life. I was so happy... I had already made the bookings and reservations for a one-month long honeymoon in Australia. I was very excited about this real honeymoon. I would not have believed it just 6 months back that very soon I would be bewitched by a very beautiful, simple, pure and innocent girl. Thank you, God, for that accident on that rainy night, I have been bewitched by an angel since then... The End

"Get the grimoire and do what you were brought out to do." The witches and I covertly shared a glance and shook our heads slowly, wondering the same thing, how a woman who had been in hell for over centuries and had just come out send sparks to his cock. It beats me to even think about it, and not wonder if Wolland wasn't truly…

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

No hesitation. She leads the way. Damian follows behind us. The witches waiting at Marcus’s property are older. Most of them. Some look like regular mothers. Others look like what people expect witches to look like. Long skirts. Heavy fabrics. Dark colors. One of them steps forward. She is dressed in deep burgundy velvet. Her smile is bright when she sees Zara. “You must be Zara Vance,” she says. “First female Alpha in years.” “That we know of,” another witch adds.

The force of their power tore through the night, sending gusts of wind swirling through the trees and casting erratic shadows across the forest floor. Both witches' faces contorted with concentration as they battled for dominance. Sabrina’s energy pulsed with a radiant, almost ethereal glow, her magic weaving patterns of silver and white. The witch’s power, in contrast, twisted into dark, curling tendrils, laced with an ominous, sickly green.

News spread quickly around the hall and the people of Eldrida have more reasons to like their future queen. The room hums with the animated conversations of guests from various magical realms, oblivious to the peril that lurks beneath the surface. Sarah decides to enjoy the party to the fullest. Whatever happens, I'd have this as a reminder of the awesomeness of being free. The evening begins with a mesmerizing display by a group of powerful witches. Their magic intertwines in a symphony of colors, weaving intricate patterns in the air. Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room.

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'