Hexed Novels & Stories

He cocked his head at me, “Excuse me?” “That girl was terrified and scared. She doesn’t look like she killed someone.” Her large eyes when she woke up. I just wanted to get her out of the cage, still do. “Hexeon, is a condition that witches can get when working with too much power, spells, ingredients. She was working on a large spell. Hexeon causes the witch to have dark thoughts, wanting to destroy everything, and will tell lies to get what they want. It’s like when a werewolf turns on a full moon. Its instincts are to kill. Witches with Hexeon, is similar but with educated mind to do dark. The bracelets will keep her powers in check, but I advise to keep her in the cage, for your own safe

Growling in frustration helped to relieve some of my pent-up irritation but not enough, these wankers really needed to say something that made sense to me. “We think you came from a family of Alphas, or Betas at the very least.” Alpha Brock glared at his Beta with daggers, before three sets of eyes were trained on me, frozen open and staring. The three sets of wolves they belonged to were waiting on baited breath for my response to the crock of shit that had just spilled from Beta Petes mouth.

"We can bury him properly,' I completed and smiled at what he said. --- Amara Finally, I had summoned up enough courage to pull the flash drive inside. It was encrypted, like I expected it to be but I also knew that it would not be beyond me. I tried my best to be silent while Jace slept in the other room. After one hour, I decrypted one layer and then, I moved on to the next layer and then another till finally, I opened a folder: Project Helix. I skimmed through lines of codes and each was a fragment of tech specs, none of them caught my attention and I didnt even know what I was looking for but I knew I would know once I saw it and then I saw a name that made my stomach turn.

"But is that even possible?" "What's a hex bag?" Noreen asked, confused. "A hex bag is a small pouch containing certain enchanted items," Thiery said. "Usually, hex bags are made by black magicians, to weaken an enemy, to lure them into their ranks, or to kill them slowly, through nightmares or minor misfortunes that won't be immediately detected." "Oh my God," Noreen said, shocked. "That's so evil. Just like what black magicians do in the human world, with black magic or sorcery."

I hover as Torin sets up, scattering herbs across the floor, lighting candles that flicker with an eerie blue flame. He mutters under his breath, tracing symbols in the air, and I feel it, a prickle along my skin, the air thickening. Then he presses his palms to Dexter’s chest, and a glow flares, sharp and sudden. I gasp as an invisible mark blooms into view on my son’s neck, a jagged, swirling rune, pulsing faintly with a sickly green light. “What is that?” My voice trembles. Torin’s face hardens. “A hex. Old magic, vicious. Someone wants your son to suffer, someone with a grudge.”

Hex fumbled around in his kitchen, pulling out whatever it was that he needed to mask our scent. His house was hot as hell, even in the autumn air, but he never seemed bothered by it. Lilly sat with her knees pressed tightly together, her palms clutching them with nerves. She jumped at any sound outside, her body language on high alert. Hex wobbled back into the living area, holding a bag of some crushed up powder. "This should do it for at least a couple of weeks. You smear it on your foreheads, and it'll take care of your scents." Hex stopped in front of Lilly. "He hasn't marked you, has he?"

Horan stabbed his blood smeared longsword into the damp ground and glanced at Raon. "What is it?" Raon replied, also busy with his slaughtering. "Send Hexana. Tell Izfar about our situation." Hexana is Raon's spirit animal, a cross breed between a phoenix and water dragon, which is good at sending Intel. The fact that Horan who was usually quick witted to want Raon to send Hexana so quickly must have mean he noticed something wrong. "Alright." Raon agreed. Soon after that, an orange reddish aura started seeping from beneath his feet as it twisted and turned, forming to a shape of what it looks like to be of a huge bird.

he muttered. Smirking, Isaac shook his head staring into Stefan's eyes, “Is that the story you told them, or is that what you remember? Because that someone lying on the floor was your father, but I can tell you already know.” “Hexlene is a venom,” Isaac continued, strolling toward the window, “Created by your father, he was trying to weaponize it, so he could use in the war, but he accidentally poisoned himself in the process, so your mother called Lilith II and me for help, and that's how you knew that you should jump-start my heart while releasing the toxin from my lungs because that's what I made Lilith II did, after that, your father discontinued with Hexlene, it was too dangerous, and

he asked flatly. "And?!" The Terra girl barked, stepping forward. "Professor, that's a high-level breach of conduct! Silent casting is restricted magic! It's dangerous and unregulated!" Professor Hecateus turned around, looking at the girl like she was a particularly dim-witted toddler. "Oh, sit down, Miss R****h. You're giving me a headache. It's a standard Adhesion Hex. The only thing impressive about it is the lack of noise."

The Hex trail went live in the European Biochemical Research Index on a bitter Thursday morning. Alistair's global digital monitoring team flagged the upload within forty-five minutes of its release—not because his analysts were routinely reading academic papers on pharmaceutical trials, but because the underlying cyber-signature on the journal’s submission portal carried a unmistakable peripheral echo of the encryption architecture Hex had used to breach Thorne Global's primary servers eighteen months ago. It was brilliant. A single, stylized structural choice in the metadata layer that served as a digital fingerprint.