Hexed Novels & Stories

“Someone in this castle gave that assassin the formula.” The words dropped like stones into the silence. Selene knelt beside Lucien, pressing a hand to his cheek. “He’s burning up already.” Virex approached slowly, his usual amusement gone, replaced by something cold and ancient. He knelt opposite Xander, eyes narrowing as he studied the spreading rot. “That’s no ordinary venom. That’s witch-forged. Hexed with memory-blood.” Evangeline’s breath hitched. “What does that mean?” “It means whoever sent that demon knows your kind of magic,” Virex said softly. “And they wanted him to die slow.”

Then, the primary server wall glitched. A ripple of amber light bled through the shadows, turning the dark into a flickering golden cage. I watched, my throat tightening, as the hexadecimal strings on the display began to warp. The numbers didn't just shift; they shed their logic, twisting into shapes that shouldn't exist in the city's current version. A-R-I-A B-L-A-C-K-W-O-O-D. My name pulsed in a violent, radiant gold. It was ghost-code—a memory buried so deep it had survived the rejection, clawing its way back to the surface while the world above burned. It was a beautiful sight, and a death sentence for anyone standing near it.

He put the suitcase in the trunk. “I said to have fun. Not this.” Hailey said with wide eyes. Penelope didn’t know what to say she only shook her head lightly. “I like this guy.” She smiled at him and then suddenly changed her expressions and looked at Penelope. “If he does anything you just give me a call and I’ll come and whack his ass.” “I’m right here.” Damen put his hand on his sides. “I know, sweetie.” She gave him a toothy smile. Take care you two.” Hailey gave him her phone number. “Text me when you reach.” He nodded and drove towards his home. ***

I put the bloodsucker as I can inside the bag. - Where are you going? - I turn around looking at Kilian. - I'm going to return the order, I didn't like it - I speak slyly. By the way, tell the alpha about the guard - he nods and turnsto go back to the mansion. I transform and grab the bag with my teeth. I start running and I get all the looks from theguards as I leave the herd. I keep running until I reach some ruined buildings where there are

Brunes asked. The old man looked between the three of them from a tiny slit in the door, shaking his head. “We are still undertaking a hex removal on the werewolf.” He replied solemnly. An arduous task, removing a hex required a great amount of skill and patience. Hexes could consist of multiple layers and contain as many as eight different conditions for each one applied. Similar to door with many locks, the number of hexes placed on any given person or object could be limitless. Provided, the caster had enough power to create them and that none of the subsequent conditions contradicted those placed before it. An ingenious method, the only notable shortfall it offered was that its intricacy

Chapter 17 Hannah's POV The bass was thumping through the floorboards of Sarah’s Salcedo condo long before I even stepped off the elevator. When the doors opened, the hallway smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a Friday night well spent. ​Inside, the transformation was complete. The "12th Floor Survivors" had officially shed their corporate skins. Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around.

Nodding Groban gently rubbed my cheek with his hand, “You are a vampire, werewolf hybrid, a cross breed between two different supernatural species. Humans have been misled by those elite in power of the vampire covens to eradicate the hybrid species because the hybrid species are more dangerous than just a vampire or werewolf species alone,” frowning slightly I looked down as I thought it over, “But, I’m not physically dangerous. I mean besides being told I am a virus,” Groban rolled his eyes as he scoffed, “And do you actually believe that?” Thinking it over for just a moment I nodded once. Groban’s eyes narrowed slightly as his eyebrows furrowed,

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Mhorein opened the notebook and scanned every page. "It's... Emp-" She stopped at one page and examined it. "It's a code." I stood beside her and looked at the page. I... Understood nothing. "Qgi qukk ubgweur rgw rgeibw biq rgpr rgw vkiis ua fibr?" -Acros"