Glamour Witches Novels & Stories

“Yes. This is Gloria. She was part of the cultural exchange between High Priestess Bella’s coven and High Priestess Celeste’s.” Realization hits all of us simultaneously, dread pooling in our hearts. “These witches…they’re from High Priestess Celeste’s coven.”

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

“No one can. Unless she carries it. Find it. Tear it from her. Do not fail me, Tremaine.” I reeled back, the blood draining from me. Spells. Stones. Bewitchment. Witches. The word clicked into place like a blade into flesh. They were witches. They all were. Tremaine, Anastasia, the whole lot of them. And my father—my father who had married her—what had she done to him? I stumbled, the floor groaning underfoot, and panic drove me to flee. But something anchored me there. A need to see, to know. My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch.

Andras was sincerely surprised that he fell into such an elementary trap. “ How could you not notice the witch circle?! - scolded himself. - As if for the first time a trap was set not on the floor, but on the ceiling! lamented the Grand Marquis. - No wonder women are called "witches" even those who do not have a witchcraft gift. They will confuse their heads without sending visions. All these tricks, seductive outfits, languid looks, smooth movements and sharp phrases that remain in memory for a long time . Namely, in this witch, who stood opposite, everything that Andras was thinking about was combined. He could have sworn he had never met a dozen of such women in his life. Witch. Goldiloc

Not because she was queen but admire the power she had over his King to make him step into the land of Goddess and summon dozens of witches just to see her again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and Witches for they are knows as the creatures of the dark, follower of the dark prince and all that is bad so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was a taboo so to create a deal with them was too much.

Rex got a clear view of the Alpha going after the Omega and stopped cold realizing the wolf he saw was a mirror image of Rex. “What foolery is this?” Makai exclaimed. “It’s a glamor. There’s not too many wolves that posess that ability. I can only think of one.” Rex growled and took off again. “Damn it! Rex, you’re an idiot!” He said, going after him again.

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

The witch doubled over with a wet gasp, black blood spraying from her lips. "What... how?!" Agatha wheezed, her perfect silver hair now tangled and wild. Lilac leaned down, her lips brushing Agatha's ear as she whispered, "Endora's little trick. A glamour within a glamour." She held up her boot, where the remnants of a shattered vial glimmered. "You really should have checked your prisoner more thoroughly." Around them, the remaining witches froze as the truth became clear. Their queen had been outplayed. Their ritual was in ruins.

they won't be able to survive much longer or go any further as long as we are alive. "Glaze" is what we call ourselves. A big clan that will take down all the evil witches all over the place. We have the headquarters, the weapons, and the skilled and trained troops. For witches who perform dark rituals, we're always on the lookout for them. Take up arms to get the world out of the endless black hole.

A wood that won't burn and comes to life once fed with blood. A witch's blood. Once the tree tastes the blood on its bark, it will serve its master and die once the master has passed as well. As the gargoyle announcer announced, I stood in front of the two large dark doors. "Presenting our lady and Mistress of Pandora's Castle, Mistress Alice," he says in a deep voice. The doors automatically opened as I looked at the three princes standing on the side. I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne.