Novel & Cerita Laufey Bewitched

“Glad to see you made it, Luna Layla, but I didn’t expect you to bring the Lycan King.” “He is my fiancé now. Why wouldn’t I have him accompany me? I’m certain this involves us both,” Layla says gracefully. She looks gorgeous in a black skirt and red silk top, paired with black heels, and her hair is pinned back in a loose bun. She looks like a sexy little secretary, and somehow that’s sexy-as-fuck. A few strands of her blond hair framing her face, her sea-blue eyes trained on the three men. “Well, this is concerning some misconduct possibly from the king’s pack-”

Her eyes were lifeless, devoid of any emotion. "What is your name?" Jalin's voice, cold and commanding, came from behind the camera. "My name is Leah Lewyn," she answered in a low, mechanical tone. "Confess what you've done, Leah." "I've set up a lab in Mediland and authorized trials on ordinary werewolves. I was behind the entire enhancement project," Leah stated in a monotone voice. She had been hypnotized! Jalin must have done this to her while he held her captive!

“Speak no more. You didn’t call for me, I came on my own accord so of course I’m here to help “ she said and rolled her eyes and Ariel stared at her shocked. She still hasn’t digested the fact that this woman has just come out of the smoke she thought was going to kill her and worst of all, … the woman was a witch. Not waiting for Ariel to digest all that had happened, the witch who Ariel found her name to be Layla put her hand in her dress and took out a container. It had transparent liquid in it and she stared at it, shocked. “What is this? How will this help me?” She asked Layla. “It’s a wolfbane and….” “Isn’t this banned in the werewolf community?” She asked

Stasia's heart ached with remorse, for she had allowed herself to become entangled in a web of deceit spun by her supposed friend. A flood of memories rushed back to her, a chilling reminder of the moment when Leah had secretly sought the counsel of a dark witch. Stasia recalled the ominous scene—the dimly lit chamber, the flickering candles, and the air heavy with the scent of incense. In exchange for a nefarious necklace, Leah had been granted the power to erase Bloom from Liam's memory, leaving only a shadowy void in his heart where she once resided.

As the ripples faded, so did the purple and blue bruises on my skin, until they disappeared entirely. “How did you do that?” Layla frowned, “It usually doesn’t happen so quickly. But plant oils have a healing effect that we speed up with a little prayer.” “Do you always use magic?” “Most of the time.” “How old are you then?” “I’m only twenty three.” “For how long?” “Three years. I’m one of the very last to join Elena’s clan. My mother was a witch too.” “But you’re more than just witches.” Layla nodded. “Witchwolves. It was Elena’s idea to try the spell from the book my mother kept. I brought it along when I joined them.”

Lyle’s breath choked. “Don't kill my mate!” Ryder said in a voice Lyle didn’t recognize as his. He had grabbed her neck so hard that she started coughing. She held his hands to push him away. Her face became red for the want of air. Strangely, not a single person came to rescue her or interfere. She looked into Ryder’s eyes, and she knew that he wasn’t able to think through. It was clear that he didn’t even remember her. She had to act quickly in order to get him out of this enchantment. Elara was a strong witch. Lyle realized that it was Elara who had enchanted the entire pack. She had cast some spell on all of them to become her slaves.

Kylee hadn’t ascended yet because she was too young and she wouldn’t have her full powers yet. “Well, we have our demon, right? And what about Luna Rayne? Is she strong enough to be the witch?” Layla asks, cutting into the conversation, and I began to wonder if Luna Rayne would be strong enough. I knew her mother was in line to be the High Priestess and she had strong genes, but I wondered if having a full-blooded witch would be better to ensure that the dagger worked. We also had one other problem at hand and that was for them to be able to get through whatever force field that Natasha had set up.

Bill’s voice was as desperate as my thoughts. I saw Frank and Leo mobilizing everyone to extinguish the flames. In that crowd, no one would notice that person. A faded figure, someone forgotten, looked down upon, huddled in a corner. She had her eyes closed, her mouth murmuring a language I didn't understand. That person was Lea Jackson. She must have connected with a witch to do this. Because she was casting a spell too.

I pulled her into me and we lost ourselves to each other. ***** It was the most beautiful morning of my life. I was so happy... I had already made the bookings and reservations for a one-month long honeymoon in Australia. I was very excited about this real honeymoon. I would not have believed it just 6 months back that very soon I would be bewitched by a very beautiful, simple, pure and innocent girl. Thank you, God, for that accident on that rainy night, I have been bewitched by an angel since then... The End

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly