Laufey Bewitched Novels & Stories

He tells me. “I know, not now.” I tell him and it's not just because now isn't the right time to talk about it but it's also because there's nothing to talk about, twice now the talk of Scarlett and I being linked somehow has come up and I have no idea what it means or why. Leo nods his head and then the three of us turn our attention to Freya. She's mumbling a spell as she pours the cure into that same bowl, then she puts both of her hands above the bowl, she closes her eyes and she starts chanting.

A few sets of eyes were fixed on her as she marched forward, entering the dark room. “I have a surprise gift for you, Baltazar, but I think you already know her. " She swung her hand, and Laura landed on the ritual table with a thump, just inside the pentagram drawn. She knocked down the black unlit candle flying on the floor. A loud gasp came from a dark corner, followed by a shriek, “NOOOO! What have you just done?” Agatha turned to the source of the shrill ranting. “Oh, hello there, Luna. Now that I have your attention, did you voluntarily come to meet me to spill the beans? I didn’t think it would be necessary. " Her gaze bounced between Elaine and Baltazar.

Never to be the same again… But, now, this was something else. This was a dream to betray my fated mate. Betray the woman I had been blessed by the moon goddess. I had awoken wanting Bailey. I had woken thinking I was about to take things further with her, and the thing that terrifies me most, is that thought in that moment, that was exactly what I had wanted. I had been incredibly turned on. I had wanted her. Wanted her touch. Needed her touch. I was disappointed and terrified all in one go...

Only because I'm thinking about all the positions you and Ezequiel could put me in while you cum inside me. Ezequiel bites my earlobe and I tremble against him as he whispers, "You know how it turns me on when you talk like that. Don't think I'm above fucking you in a bridesmaid dress, Laury." “The officiant is ready,” Heather says through my earpiece. “Oops!” I yelled as I slipped between them. “Duty calls.”

I closed my eyes, reached inside the way the elders taught us, and waited for the burn. ... Nothing. I felt a little twitch in my gut, like a muscle cramp, then nothing. My wolf stayed buried. No claws, no fur, no surge of power. Just me, plain Elva, standing there like an idiot while the chant died away. Sveinn's smile slipped. "Try again Elva."

Then, a bubble of hysterical laughter rose in my throat and popped. "Okay, okay I get it," I said, shaking my head as the laughter took over. "I've been reading way too many of those shitty werewolf romance books at the station and it's finally happened. My brain has turned to mush. Leo was right. I'm going crazy, and now I'm dreaming about some foreign tattooed freak in a room. Or maybe this is a prank? Did Leo hire you? This is exactly the kind of stupid childish shit he'd do to prove a point about my overthinking concerning the incidents."

Alpha Dave opened his eyes. His expression was unreadable. "He said the rejection changed things." Another pause. "And if Azerbel agrees..." His gaze drifted toward my door. "...he wants her to become the Luna of the lycans." My heart stopped. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Because suddenly... I wasn't just the woman Guerero rejected. I wasn't the girl who lost her mate. I was becoming something else. Something dangerous. Something no one in this pack was ready for.

His eyes glinted with malice as he took a step closer, the darkness swirling around him like a cloak of shadows. The power surged through my veins, pulsating with every beat of my heart. It's as if the spirits of my ancestors are guiding me, urging me to fulfill my purpose. "If you have the power of Eklepō, then I, the queen of all the wolves, The Luna of the Lunas, have the power of Illuminare." I declare, my voice steady and resolute. The weight of my words hangs in the air, a challenge that Charles cannot ignore. "I will end you and restore balance to our realm." My body tenses as light erupts from my fingertips, enveloping me in a blinding aura. The clash between darkness and light is im

she yelled at the top of her voice and it echoed through the dark forest. Brea nodded at someone "Roxie." she said and another witch stepped forward lifted the head of a werewolf and danced around the fire. A very odd witch in red the same shade of the moon lifted sand in one hand and an empty pendant in the other. They chanted a song that charged the air and atmosphere with the increased sense of murder, my head spun as I held on to a tree for support. A loud sound like hypnosis pierced through my mind, I struggled to look up as Brea took a dagger and sliced the palm of the witch in red which I now recognized as Leah's mother.

I heard Lewis growl, his voice thundering animalistically as he tried to break them off of me but they repelled him, throwing him some meters away. “Sisters! This was not why I brought her here! She needs our help!” I heard Cordelia yell just as she moved towards me but she was suddenly placed in a bubble, trapping her inside. The woman called Layla stood up, her black sequin dress tracing the floor. “Yes… We are helping her. She’s dangerous and she can’t be kept alive. Removing her from this earth would do us good. Sisters, lets gather and get rid of the dark witch in our midst!” She screamed as several women came out from nowhere surrounding me.