Glamour Witches Novels & Stories

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.

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

“How? Joan, I’m practically ready to give birth and it’s only been three months. How do you hide something like this?” “Glamour spell,” she said immediately, kneeling in front of me and placing her hands carefully on either side of my belly. Her touch was warm, gentle, and I felt a tingle of magic spark against my skin. “It’s an illusion, it won’t change what’s actually there, but it’ll make everyone else see something different. See you as you looked yesterday.” My breath came faster. “Will it work?” “On most people? Yes. On humans and lesser supernatural beings? Definitely.” Her expression darkened. “But amber witches… they see through glamours like they’re made of glass. Jeile will know.

he looks at me as if for approval and I nod “something old and smooth I think is a good combination. — Yes supreme, it will be ready soon – said the lady I found out to be a witch, approximately 66 years old, and as witches are not like werewolves and vampires, they age physically, that is, she already has a certain age. — You can leave – I arch an eyebrow in her direction – and Gloria… thank you – she stops where she was, but soon pulls herself together and waves at us, smiling contentedly as she leaves, closing the door behind her.

I asked with confusion. "Glamour means we can change our appearance. Humans will see us as how we want them to. But powerful supernaturals can see through the glamour," she said. "Wow. That is so cool. Can we do that now?" I asked enthusiastically. I was not feeling paranoid anymore as I got excited with the prospect of trying out glamour. She nodded at me and narrowed her eyes at me. I waited for something to happen, but when nothing did, I frowned at Mercy in confusion.

“They do. Witches have all they need to practise magic. Whatever isn't in Woodhidge is not even needed for... uh … what's relevant for their craft, like you said.” “I thought witches highly regarded their spells and culture," I said to Mum, trying to drill information from her but also being careful so she wouldn't become suspicious. “I have told you this before and I will tell you again. Magic is beautiful and all that, but it can be dark and scary and no one ever wants that. Some spell books were burned many years ago and a whole lot of them were lost forever.” Oh my goodness! This could mean that the Lunarry spell was gone for good. This can't be happening!

She has something on her face that screams grace and beauty, even in old age. In fact, she looks familiar, like someone I want to remember nothing about - Ezra. She is wearing a simple short white dress, and so are the female witches who are following her. Right behind them, there are about thirty shifted werewolves. "Traitors!" I shout through the mind link I am sharing with Alan, Damien, and the rest of the fighters. "They'll get what they deserve... That's a promise!" Damien answers me back, trying to calm the anger that built inside me the moment I saw them.

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was