Laufey Bewitched Novels & Stories

As Sarah finished saying her words, her hands rushed forward, making a choking-like motion. Despite being alert, Leah who was taken aback by the sudden attack was unable to dodge, as she felt a hand grab her neck, despite the fact that there was nothing there. Sarah laughed out loud seeing her victim struggling to escape. Leah was just a Beta she-wolf with intermediate power. She was no match for Sarah. The witch could easily finish off the mate of her enemy's child. The witch pulled Leah closer to her. Her invisible grip on Leah's neck got harder and harder until she was powerless. Then, her other hand pulled out a silver dagger from her waist, then she mercilessly stabbed it in the poor gi

Really when I needed her to be like one of those plastic girls with no wit. “I mean how do we explain that because——“ A sudden thud lands on Loretta’s head. A slap from Rachael, “What! Do you have a better explanation? Let’s stick to that theory and who made you the professor of werewolf hierarchy and power,” Racheal called out, coming to my rescue, “drop it already, does she look like she has a better explanation to herself or either of us,” she said closing every means of starting any argument at all.

The days went by in a flash and before I knew it I was sitting in front of a dressing room mirror while a team of stylists were getting my hair and makeup done for the event. Morana may be a bitch and my number one most hated person on the planet next to Weston, but I had to give it to her; she did know all the best help for getting a girl rock star ready on the fly and even called them in to help me get ready for tonight. Apparently, her new job around here was to help me get ready for things like this. She was still an omega, but she received the fancy new title of ‘Royal Stylist to the future Luna’. Sure. Whatever.

He raised his hand and curled up the palm to show his victory sign to her. "And all it happens, just because of you!" His eyes find her, "When I meet you and realise what I can get!" Her eyelashes flickered with hurt. "I get to know how foolish you are to fall for me at first sight." "Layla Gomez, the most powerful Alpha's elder daughter, fell for a man like me. Without even a second hesitation." Her chest tightened. The blood rushed through her veins. "I know, from that moment, you were the girl who got me a great position. You will be my great player to win the check-mate game."

Almost at once, I recalled the bag of red liquid Mom had injected into the idol trainee earlier. Cold sweat soaked through my clothes as I stared at Jean inside the cage. She reached out, trying to grab me. "Please save me. There's only a week left until the end of the month. I'm begging you, please save me… I don't want to die—" Jean's trembling voice was filled with fear and unease. I looked at the heavy padlock on the cage. Without a key, the only thing that might cut through would be a chainsaw. I then looked back at Jean, who was curled up inside. My mind went numb.

If I would have ever tried to imagine how a goddess looked like, it would have looked like Allaya, so fucking fabulous, out of this world beautiful. My special one. My mate. “I am Allaya Morgan, the most powerful creature, having vampire and werewolf blood in my veins, and the powers of Faith Edwards, the greatest witch that ever walked on this Earth! I’m Allaya Morgan, the hybrid and all the members of the Magical Council will bow before me!” FUCK!

the seamstress sheepishly approached her with a swatch of a deep forest green velvet. "Thank you," Layla said as she took the swatch of fabric from the shaking hands of the seamstress. "Look at me, you f*cking wh*re!" Through the mirror Layla could see Alistar drunkenly swaying back and forth. She could also smell him from where she was standing. There was no doubt in her mind that he was drunk. She questioned if he would even remember this interaction later. She rolled her eyes. The poor seamstress was beside herself. Layla turned to her and demised her with a wave of her hand. The seamstress bowed and as she left said, "my Luna, my Alpha."

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

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...

He instructed me to kneel down, and I complied. "Now that you have been bound with the Alpha, you have been chosen to be our Luna. Henceforth, you shall be known as Luna Sierra Lee," declared the pastor. With those words, the crown was placed on my head, and the cheers grew even louder. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I embraced my new role. The scent of roses filled the air, and the crown felt like a weight of responsibility and honor upon my head.