Power Of Three Charmed Novels & Stories

"Fine. Come on, scholarship kid. Try to keep up." I grabbed my bags and followed her out. She walked fast, didn't slow down to see if I was behind her then she started talking without looking at me. "Silvercrest has three main rules. One: don't go into the forest after dark. Ever. I don't care if you drop your phone, your wallet, or your dignity. You don't go into the forest." "Why not?" "Because people who go into the forest after dark don't come back the same. If they come back at all."

What did she mean by that? "Your wolf is a one of the rear type one, who has more power than the usual one. You have fast healing power and run faster than any other, isn't it?" She lifted her brow while inquiring about me from me. "I never noticed it but one time Xavier and I had a running contest and he won it." She shook her head. "Of course he did, he is a tribrid, and we aren't talking about him. Anyone else other than him? Because Xavier is the most powerful creature and nothing can be compared with him." I nodded, agreeing with her.

“I know you did everything for Melinda and your unborn child.” She reached over and took my hand, clasping it firmly. “Melinda is lucky to have found a mate like you, Keith. If only….” She sighed, and her expression deflated, tears gleaming in her eyes, “If I could break the curse binding the three of you by sacrificing my life, I would have done it in the blink of an eye… But….” Her voice trailed off and she gazed into the space with an empty expression. The curse of the three mates had been haunting the werewolves for generations. Despite trying all sorts of ways and methods; no one had managed to figure out a way around it.

I tried. Gods, I tried. But the fire inside me wasn’t just mine, it had changed since I’d seen Cain. Since I had touched him, and heard his voice. Something had awakened—in me, something Cain wanted awakened. A memory seared through me. Cain’s voice in the clearing: “You are the symbol of my power.” He hadn’t meant emotionally, he had meant magically. He had tied part of his magic to mine like a parasite. And now that Vienna’s betrayal had triggered it, it was unraveling everything.

~Imogene~ I continue to attack her with my phantom wolves, making sure they bite everywhere, ripping her skin apart. I can feel the power flowing through me, and I love it. I flex my fingers, watching the blue spark on my fingertips. I point to a rock and watch it float in the air. I move it over her head and let it drop. It didn’t hit her as much as I wanted; the edge clipped her. I will take what I can get.

“Landon practically threw me out of the house yesterday. Asher wouldn't even look at me today. And Hayes… did you not see how he pulled her out of Lina's grip like I was a threat?!” “Maybe she tricked them?” Lina suggested. “You know how some girls use charms, and wolves are easy prey for manipulation.” I scoffed. “You're telling me she—that piggy weakling—could charm the Three Alphas?” Rica stepped closer. “You're supposed to be their mate, Victoria. Not her. That's what the seer also said, remember? They said your aura aligned. So if someone else is claiming that spot… then something's wrong.”

"You can return to the Palace." With a nod, he disappeared, and she sighed in relief. 'They' unlocked the fragments of memories Cathy left behind. Majyks this ancient, the 'spell' that brought her soul here, the other kingdoms forbid. In her last battle against her foe, Cathy's soul became infected with a disease that would leave her body degrading, despite her immortality. And that would make her unable to fight. To break the curse and save her world, Cathy had no choice but to use the forbidden spell to find someone to take her place. What made little sense to her was how she was the one they picked.

Chapter 9 Aster: third person's point of view. — Little did she know, Aster was really considering the idea of burying her in the snow. You can't blame his annoyance to the gorgeous lady, who just threw a snowball at his back. "Hey!" "Loosen up, grumpy Cheeto! Don't kill me inside your mind!" Should I regret coming with this hyper woman? Just what did she have for breakfast? One tub of sugar? "Aster."

My Princess, the white one, is more powerful than the black one. They are three, the red, the black and the white. The white is the first degree powerful. Followed by the black, which is the second degree powerful, and the third is red, which is the third degree powerful. Before I would allow you to shower, you bring that charm. I want to destroy it for you because it can't charm me. She said to my Lord I can't go alone, someone has to go with me.

Gram was about to open her mouth and release the last echo when the main door's seal burst open under a blast of power and the door itself slammed wide. Batsheva gasped, power slipping as the ward she'd built was split almost in two. I watched her gesture at the door, heard it slam shut, felt the magic she'd created ooze over it. But much damage had been done, I could feel it all around me, as loose bits of her power flew free, swirling near the ceiling above us, blood magic hunting for a way out. Charlotte marched forward with her two werewolf friends at her side, a black-robed form between them, though this one was clearly not an Enforcer. They dumped the small figure to the polished floor