Laufey Bewitched Novels & Stories

The scars she had received from Jasper were still there, along with the C-Section scar across her lower stomach. "I feel a bit winded." Lily admitted as she rested against Jayce. "What was your phone call?" She asked Rayleigh. "Right." Rayleigh cleared her throat. "Karmina made her move." She said aloud. Lily gripped Jayce's fur tightly. "Leyla received a desperate call from a small coven out in Tennessee. They felt a great disturbance over at a hotel that is normally frequented by Dark Witches." Rayleigh tapped her phone against her palm. "When Leyla and some other Hunters arrived there, they walked in on a massacre."

Meanwhile, Layla was hard at work. She may not be as strong of a witch as the others but she had a few unique gifts. One was research, she always managed to find information that other people could not. It was why she was the youngest witch to be tasked with teaching magic to the coven’s children. Another, she could sense magic in other people. Turns out almost everyone has a touch of magic in them. Layla always figured it was because we all came from the Universe and its magic.

The success of this ceremony depended on the determination and devotion of the one who chants the incantation. “Come! come to grace us in this worthless mortal realm! our beloved goddess… Bastet!” As Layla shouts the last sentence in non-incantation she plunges the ceremonial dagger deeper into her chest. Layla's eyes quickly dimmed as the life sign had left her, but instead, her body would slump down by following the rule of gravity. Instead, her body was floating to the same elevation as the golden sarcophagus. The sarcophagus lid suddenly exploded out as if a massive force was pushing it from the inside, the coverless sarcophagus had revealed a dried-up body of a mummy with a golden cat m

My wounds forgotten. My curse stirring. “Enough.” The word struck like thunder. Silence. Complete. I stared him down, chest heaving. Then I said the words I had not fully allowed myself to admit until now. “Leah is different.” The room stilled. Not one breath dared interrupt me. “She is not some fragile runaway Luna.” My voice deepened. “She is destined.” The ancient truth felt heavier aloud. “Chosen by the Moon Goddess herself.” Even speaking it sent strange power through my veins.

“Your Queen? But she is the Luna of the Alpha King. She is blessed by the Moon Goddess.” “The Moon Goddess’s blessing is what makes her so desirable to the other side,” I countered, my voice hardening. “To corrupt the purest light is the greatest victory for the darkness. I’ve seen it happen. I’ve seen the Death Goddess take control. Layla’s eyes… they go black. Not just her pupils, the entire eye, like two pools of oil. She becomes something else. Stronger, faster, crueler. She speaks with a voice that is not her own, whispering things of ruin and despair.”

Her eyes were shifting from one direction to another, and her breathing is unstable. “What if I don’t want to, Lyliiee?” he mocked, stepping closer. “And who do you have here? A mere human girl?” I met his gaze; we held it for a few seconds since I didn’t want to look away. His lips curled into a snarl and scoffed. “An arrogant bitch, I see.” “Bern!” Lyla warned him. The man named Bern jerked his head aggressively towards her which made her look down. “Did you just raise you voice at me; you bitch?” Bern started hovering over her and bumping himself into her a few times, making her stumble back. “You think you’re powerful now, are ‘ya? Just because your dad found back up?”

The entire shifters inside the room practically leaned forward, not wanting to miss a single word from the Luna. "When you stepped outside to talk with the healer, the witch placed a spell on the room", Layla began. "A spell that shut out every sound. She assumed I didn't know, but I did" "Go on",Riven urged her gently. "As she tried convincing me to give her my blood to heal Caleb, she touched me. And I had a vision",Layla continued in a soft voice. "She isn't any healer. She's a dark witch, and she's working with Brandon and Cara"

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

“You’re stronger than they ever imagined.” “You underestimate me,” I say to Mireth and the others, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside. “I’m not your servant.” Their faces twist in fury, shock, and a flicker of fear. The veil slips, revealing the truth I had only sensed before: they are witches, weaving black magics and deception like threads in a web. Lazlo’s gaze hardens, sharp and unyielding. “So this is what you hide behind,” he says, his voice cold. “Magic used to imprison and torment. You threaten those who would bring peace.”

Then he seemed to realize something, panicked, and exclaimed, “Wait, Mr. Vexley, you’re not talking about that Raina, are you?!” Then he tried to deny it, muttering incredulously to himself, “No, no, no! You wouldn’t… you’re not that shallow…” At that moment, Leif abruptly said, “I am.” Rael: “...Holy sh*t! Mr. Vexley, you can’t be serious! What kind of crazy spell did Raina put you under? Lust has clouded your mind! This is definitely lust! No, Mr. Vexley, how could you go blind at such a young age?!”