Glamour Witches Novels & Stories

She couldn’t wait to watch Gloria kick his arse. “Which one of you is Frank?” Gloria asked, looking at the faces of the warlocks. The smoke covered from their feet up, stopping at their chests. They could only be seen from their shoulder up. “Who wants to know?” The woman amongst them, who looked no older than thirty sneered. “The name’s Gloria Stanton,” Gloria responded, stopping in front of the three warlocks. “The runaway alpha’s mother.” The woman chuckled. “Aren’t you too old to be fighting? I mean you’re no spring chicken.”

I let out a small growl to let Elle know that something is wrong while staring in the direction of the shimmers. When she turns towards it, her eyes widen enough to let me know that it can't be anything good. I warn Dante to stay where he is while we try to find out what is going on. We both reach out towards where the shimmering is and start to try and find out what spell was placed on it. It seems like some type of glamour but from what and for what purpose? As we work on undoing the spell from a safe distance, witches start to pour out of the trees and walk towards my mate and my pack. Dante opens up our mind link completely so that I can see what all is going on.

We moved. Using shadows for cover, we crept closer until we could see the clearing. A dozen witches circled a stone altar, their chants humming like electricity through the air. Gwendoline had taught me enough to catch the general structure of their spell. They were weaving illusions, powerful ones. Designed to look like wolf attacks. Designed to implicate vampires. I strained my ears and picked up more. “…the packs won’t question it if the signs are obvious enough,” one witch said, her voice cutting through the ritual.

I demanded. “I’m here to warn you,” Gloria said with her eyes locking onto mine. “The witches have big plans for you, Serena. You’re the key to everything.” “I’m so tired of hearing this bullshit!” I cried. “They need your blood,” Gloria said simply. “You are the direct link to the Wolf mother’s power. With you, they can unlock the ritual and liberate the rogues. All of them.” I took a step back. “Liberate the rogues.” Ardan said sharply. “At what cost?”

She wondered if its only her case or everyones. “Looks like there is another witch too here,” Elphaba said as she eyed Ophelia. “Vampire yet Witch. Such a rare specie,” Elphaba said with a raised brow. “I am turned into a Vampire but the Great Emperor Azazel Laroch used some spells to keep me allow while being both,” Ophelia said. She got instructions from that person already to not mess with Elphaba. And she didn’t dare. Because Glory line witches were someone who couldn’t be messed with.

Around it stood a group of witches, adorned in flowing robes that glimmered with glowing runic tattoos, their eyes hungry with anticipation as they caught sight of the intruders. Amelia froze, heart racing as their presence enveloped the room in an alluring yet dangerous ambiance. The witches regarded the crew with an intensity that sent shivers coursing down her spine. “Look what the tide brought in,” one witch purred, her voice smooth as silk, an enigmatic smile creeping across her lips as she stepped forward. The flicker of torchlight caught the angles of her face, casting her in an ethereal glow that captivated Amelia's attention.

Many of the herbs and roots I ordered are similar to those of the witches working in the house— the upper part of The Vibe club, where they have been staying since they were thrown out of their coven. Oh yes, witches. They are working alongside werewolves, which only implies they are up to something evil. Not all witches are bad, but the ones around here are soulless beings, like the Witch of the East -I could never remember her name. She likes torturing people. One time, she made the food appear and disappear, prolonging our hunger, causing people to pass out while she laughed with a horrendous cackling sound. The witches mask their true nature, making themselves exuberantly beautiful and

A cruel smile spread across her face. “Today is your lucky day,” she purred, dragging a long, yellowed nail down my jawline. “I don’t feel like eating you… But your friend—” her gaze flicked toward Beth, who was frozen in horror at the foot of the basement stairs, “—she’s definitely on my menu tonight.” My eyes widened. “No! Please!” I begged. The witch only laughed, a bone-chilling cackle that echoed off the stone walls. And then—she vanished, her form melting into the darkness like smoke.

The witches' presence was palpable. Reaching the summit, they found themselves in an eerie glen bathed in an unnatural, pulsating light. The witches, cloaked in black form fitting outfits, emerged from the darkness. Their eyes glowed with malevolence as they chanted incantations that sent shivers down their spines. The air was charged with tension as they cautiously advanced through the dense foliage, their weapons at the ready. Kollie moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, her eyes fixed on the magical women and men ahead.

Because I can control the wind. Witches and wizards are divided into three types. Elementals who can control and emit elements such as fire, air, water, and earth. An Elemental can only control one type of element and they don't need spells to do so. This is where I belonged. There are also Casters who still need spells and wands to use their magic. This is where Aunt Kyndra belongs. And then there were the Healers. Of all witches, Healers are rare and almost extinct. They could heal others using their magic but instead of that, the wound or pain of the person they treated would go to the Healers. That was why they had amazing regenerative ability, so that the wound or disease they get from