Hexed Novels & Stories

I even wanted to laugh, now that I'm looking at it closely, I noticed the small hello kitties attached to it. I know how it goes I know how it goes from wrong and right Silence and sound Did they ever hold each other tight Like us? Did they ever fight Like us? They slowly approached and gave me the flowers one by one. My parents and his came first to which I smiled sweetly followed by Daevon's friends. You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make it 'til the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us

I am unable to think of anything now but him. - I don't want to hurt you- I murmur scared. I see his eyelids start to close so I pluck up my courage and start inserting the tweezers into the wound. I have no experience with this and that only increases my urge to finish now. The sound of the flesh sliding the metal inside it makes me gag and I can do nothing but cry like a baby when I see Azael squeeze his eyes tightly.- Sorry ...

“If we’re going to bring Hadies down, we need three things.” “Which are?” I press. “Proof of her betrayal,” Jaden says. “A weapon strong enough to break her shield,” Maddox continues. “And you,” they both finish. I froze. “Me?” “You’re the true hex powers,” Jaden says bluntly. “She’s been trying to unlock it. We need to control it before she does.” I let out a deep breath. So that’s it. The crystals, the sword, the memories. It wasn’t random... It was awakening something. I lift my chin. “You have me then.”

Keyboard Overkill

“You’ve seen it, haven’t you? The anger, the madness. It grows stronger every day, feeding on his soul. Soon, there will be nothing left of the man you know.” I shook my head, refusing to believe her words. “No, you’re wrong. He’s just… stressed. He’ll be fine.” “Denial will not save him,” she said,“The hex is an ancient one, it was born to destroy from within. It cannot be undone by willpower alone.” My heart raced with several thoughts. Was she saying that he couldn’t be healed? “What do you mean? Who are you!” The woman didn’t answer. Instead, she reached into her cloak and pulled out a small vial filled with a dark liquid.

Whatever the Raven Witch had hit him with, it wasn't healing the way a normal wound should. The head healer leaned over him, pressing both palms to Cain's chest. Her brow furrowed. "There's a residual hex embedded in the wound. It's preventing his body from regenerating." "Can you remove it?" Darien asked. His voice was calm. Deceptively so. "I need to try something first." She closed her eyes and a soft golden glow emanated from her hands. Cain groaned, his back arching off the table. Tracey tightened her grip on his wrist, her other hand moving to his forehead.

Nodding Dax smirked, “They are vermin Groban, nothing more,” Narrowing his eyes Groban nodded once, “Well I like keeping that which is mine clean, fed and with me at all times. Do you have a problem with that?” Shrugging Dax stepped back widening his eyes before turning to walk away.

Fallon asks. Azazel points to the documents on the table. “We found several other scrolls that mention the word Pestifer Mundi again. This time it’s in Gaelic.” Aon uair ‘s gu bheil anam Gemini a’ bàsachadh. Bidh sgriosadair an t-saoghail ag èirigh agus thèid daonnachd a chall air eagal ‘s gun dèan daonnachd ìobairt.

she answers him. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “I don’t even know how to talk to him right now,” Alex pulls out a little book. She opens it to reveal the name, Drago Morningstar. Adrian looks at her, “Isn’t that his…” “Shut up Adrian. I will use this,” she says. Adrian turns his head as he picks up on strange footsteps. He sees Lucifer’s armored guards walking towards them. “I don’t think you will need that,” he says and the two vampires give way for them.

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.