Pre Witched Charmed Novels & Stories

Inarguably, there had been some lapses in judgment in her decisions, but she had always been quick to recognize her flaws and work to eliminate them. Katya, a wise and experienced witch, had advised that Charlotte should focus on the werewolf, vampire, and witch traits first, as they were common to many other supernaturals. Katya had been an exceptional teacher in witchcraft. Charlotte’s werewolf side was being trained by both Azraiel and Matt. Victor, Ayleen's vampire friend, was training her vampire side, though always under Theo's watchful eye. Theo, ever protective, wouldn't stop glaring at poor Victor the entire time.

She finally welcomed the hug and sighed deeply when I let her go with a delighted expression in her eyes. “How are the kids?” “They're doing just fine. I'd love it if they actually let me get four hours of sleep.” I shrugged. “Trust me, that was how it was with Charice, but you'll get used to it,” she chuckled and showed me the spell that was required to speak to Greta. “You should also know, the pack's witch created a bracelet which siphons little amount of magic around me. It'll help me stay alive, and I won't have any problem snapping out of the blue.”

He whispered to me, but nothing was getting through my head. “Sasha, get your son! He can’t wake and see this.” He demanded of me, sending a command through my body. My eyes snapped to him with fury. “I’m sorry I compelled you, but you need to snap out of it and get your son.” His eyes were soft to mine this time. I looked back to Charlotte’s lifeless body and took a hard gulp. I had to step over one witch to reach Charlie and gently picked him up in my arms. I think the sleeping spell was still on them because none of them moved a muscle.

Most of the wealthy packs had no problem paying Celeste, however the rest did. It would take a while for the charms to weaken, sometimes it would take a day, but it wasn't a problem. I am a patient wolf. I just had to wait until the protection charm was gone before I started my attack. Once I had brought the Alpha to his knees, he would concede defeat and pledge his allegiance. Since they first opted to ask protection from Celeste, I exterminated them anyway, knowing full well, I would never have their loyalty. One night, one of the dark witches of my harem went into a trance. We were in the throes of passion when she suddenly stopped sucking my penis and sat up, cross legged, with her wet s

The air reeked of char and fear. Cerys’s voice cut through the silence. “The path is clear. Chloe must be taken. She will not be slain like a deer on the hunter’s spear. She must be sacrificed as offering, her blood spilled on the altar, her soul surrendered into Selene’s grasp. Only then will our covenant endure.” “But Valerius,” one of the younger witches protested. “He is no mortal man. He will guard her, tooth and claw.” Cerys narrowed her eyes. “Then we will not confront him head-on. We will use guile, as witches have always done. A spell to mask her from his sight. A charm to lure her into our hands. When the moon swells fat again, she will be ours.”

I needed a plan and I needed it now. With trembling hands, I reached for the small charm hidden under my pillow. The charm was dark, faintly pulsing, a gift from that cursed witch I had once promised never to trust again. I remembered the witch’s smile, the way she spoke in low voices. The memory made my skin crawl. My lip curled in disgust. The Forsaken woman had been more trouble than help, always asking for more, always laughing when I tried to demand results. I regretted ever dealing with her. Every time I thought of her, I felt the cold of that damp hut, the smell of herbs, and the words she had whispered in my ear. But I had no choice now.

“ Don't you dare call me a witch. Drake hit you out of his own freewill. I wasn't even there when he hit you. I can't blamed for whatever happened to you. You got what —.” Charlotte cut me off, chipping in rudely,her voice growing increasingly loud than it was before. “You don't have to be present before your spells on him begins to work. All you need to do isto channel your dark magic to him and make him your little puppet. You made my life miserable by tampering with my beauty. Now I can't even go out without wearing heavy makeup. You are going to pay for what you did to me." Charlotte swore,her tone full of revenge as if she had a plan cooking in her head.

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

Her chest tightened and her heart pounded so loud, she was shocked her new sister couldn't hear it. "That's when it starts, when our power activates." Ceara's gentle, soothing voice did little to pacify Kaida's panic. "For some, it happens earlier, but most witches begin the change at sixteen. In my case, I accidentally started my homework on fire because I was stuck on an algebra equation. Math is evil. I was frustrated. The amp of emotion set it off. Luckily, I was in my bedroom at the time and not in school." She shrugged. "And I was expecting it any day, the surge. I knew all along what I was, what I'd become. It still scared me to death. I can only imagine how frightened you must've bee

The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy as Elara and I worked side by side, preparing protective charms for the werewolf clan. The witches’ sanctuary was a place of ancient magic, its energy pulsating through the air. Elara's calm presence and expertise were reassuring as we chanted incantations and infused the charms with protective spells. "These charms will shield your clan from Gabriel's dark magic," Elara explained, her hands moving gracefully over a small stone amulet. "But they are only as strong as the belief of those who wear them."