Penyihir Cantik Novels & Stories

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

She has told this to Dexter, not yet, possibly in the future. “If you are spirit, why I can touch and embrace you” Dexter asked Shayne. “I have the power to manifest in physical self for a short time” she said. “How can I come inside your castle and eat food there?” “It is complicated matter hard to explain, just trust me I will not hurt you” “If I don’t trust and love you, I will not be here”

Astrid’s POV: My saviour witch, Helena, stood in the center of a circle of candles, each flickering with a different colored flame. With her eyes closed, she chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing the air around her to shimmer and twist as if reality was bending under the immense power of her spell. Suddenly, a burst of energy erupted from the circle, sending a shockwave through the room. When she opened her eyes, a small object materialized in her hand, glowing with an otherworldly light. She smiled, knowing that her little ritual had been successful.

The divine witch, an elderly woman with an air of mystery, stood at the center, ready to perform the ritual. The maidens lined up, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. The divine witch began her incantations, her voice rising and falling with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very ground they stood on. She moved slowly, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she passed by each maiden. Finally, she stopped in front of a young woman named Isabella. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The witch placed her hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and a bright light enveloped them both.

"Lissandra, I want you to invite the ranked wolves to the villa for a dinner party. I want them to meet their Luna.” "I will, sir. It will be the most enjoyable dinner party ever," she smiled and bowed her head again. Just as Lissandra was about to leave the room, an idea suddenly came to me. Some witches were born with a unique ability known as "skill," and only a few were blessed with this gift. Lissandra was one of them. Her skill was called "Charm." She had the power to enchant her targets with her attractiveness and grace. All she had to do was touch them and look into their eyes, and they would be captivated, forgetting everything and everybody else.

With a smile on his face he pulled the woman from the stone table and dragged her screaming by her ankles into the centre of yhe pentagram. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the moment unfold. In a swift, practiced motion, Andre plunged the athame into her chest. Time seemed to freeze, the chapel silent except for the crackling of the flames. Her blood pooling on the stone floor beneath her, flowing through the grooves etched into the pentagon. It snaked toward the fire, and as it met the flames, they erupted into a vibrant red, a violent and beautiful transformation. As her heart ceased to beat, a rush of energy surged through the room, and I could feel the air crackle with raw pow

Her movements were fluid and elegant, reminiscent of a supple mermaid weaving through the depths. Suddenly, the figure bursts from the water’s surface, sending droplets flying and casting a radiant glow. The next moment, a beautiful face adorned with crystal-clear water droplets and framed by long hair cascading like a waterfall. The sight was captivating, enough to ignite a fire in one’s heart. Faela, once hailed as the most exceptional and haughty prodigy in the Ying World, also earned renown as one of the Tai Chi world’s three most stunning beauties. She possessed both mesmerizing allure and formidable strength.

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”

He gasped in surprise as his eyes widen in shook. I smiled at him, my most innocent smile and said plainly. "Whatever you want me to be." His lips went slightly twitched upwards and with shaking his head in amusement he walk passed me I pulled him back by his shirt's sleeve he looked backwards in surprise. His dazzling brown eyes fixed on my dark black eyes. His face right in front of me, I could feel his breathing on my face and his heart beat at that time I wished that he could heard mine heart beats because if he did he had knew what I was feeling.