Pre Witched Charmed Novels & Stories

Something was weird, I could sense it, but I couldn't point out exactly what it was, though I had a guess of who the source of the weird stuff was going to be. I moved my gaze to the guys walking behind her. A few seconds passed and nothing unusual happened. Maybe it's nothing after all, I returned my gaze to Lovely, but was forced to tear my gaze off her and stare at the guys behind her. The sound of bone breaking filled the air. My eyes widened as I stared at the posture the ground of guys was making. The sound of bone breaking, their current posture... I knew it all too well, it was something so familiar. It was all too familiar, they were shape-shifters also.

A dark witch should be in the middle of everything, feeding off the dark energy that fighting to the death created, yet the witch was nowhere to be seen. I made my way towards the fire just in time to see Rhi charge towards Timophy while in her third form. "Darcy! Get the fuck out here and fight this floating witch!" Chantel yelled out, pulling my attention away from Timophy and Rhi. I whipped my head in the direction of Chantel's annoying voice to see a familiar witch walk out from her hiding place behind the large oak tree. My heart sank when I saw the condition that she was in. Oh, Darcy. What have you gotten yourself into ....

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.

“At least not with claws. This is witchwork.” The air in the room froze. Even Gemma stopped pacing. Rowan dropped a charm onto the table, a silver shard etched with red runes. “Found it at the ridge. Blood-bound. And it smells like Kara.” Sera leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “That’s a mind-binding sigil. She’s under control, Damon. She’s not herself.” Damon slammed his fist onto the table. “Then we break it.” “It’s not that easy,” I said quickly. “Mind spells are layered. Break one wrong and you fry the mind underneath.”

CHARLES POV My mind raced after all the information Alpha Jeff gave me on my mate. She was a fifteen year old witch that had run away from her coven. That could bring us some trouble later but I didn’t care. She was made for me and I for her. I’d fight the whole world just to be by her side. I waited anxiously in the Alphas office for him to bring her in. I thought back to those bright blue eyes that stared at me intently. Her soft lushes peach toned lips that I wanted to feel up against my own. I wanted to envelop myself in her scent and intertwine my hands in her beautiful brown hair and caress her caramel skin. I held my breath as I heard someone making their way down the hall to the offi

A vision quickly formed in my mind—brief and blurry, but clear enough. I saw her standing, talking to Seraphina… Then, out of nowhere, a witch burst in. Her hands glowed with power as she cast a spell that knocked Charlotte unconscious. My hands curled into fists as the vision faded. I opened my eyes, heart hammering. “SERAPHINA!!!” I yelled, fear choking me. No answer. I stood up and took a few steps back, then closed my eyes again—this time deeper. I focused on everything I had into another spell, letting it show me the recent events in this room. I needed to know what happened. I had to. The vision came again—clearer, more brutal. Five witches stepped out of a swirling dark portal, their

Lou and the other pack members that had worked with the witches were vanished from the pack. Zeb in the end just shrugged his shoulders not touching any of them and stood back as they were chased off the lands by the trackers. The witch they had contacted to help cast the spell was killed and burned. Her blood line dying with her, as she had been the last surviving witch of Canada. I was livid that they had to go to such extent to sleep with me. It went on for so many days that I'm still trying to process the situation. In the end, Preston was the one who said the words I was dreading the hear.

"I will wipe this problem out early." *Sasha POV* Having spent some time on the phone to my grandmother explaining my recent revelations and passing her on my whereabouts. I was still mulling over all the information as I took a salt bath with red spell protection candles. To find myself now staying in this lavish pack house was a huge change from my small NYC apartment I had shared with Charlie. I no longer needed to hide my identity as a witch whilst I continued to try tap into my powers with spell casting practice, years of practice had seen me cast basic spells successfully but nothing major. Now ironically it turns out Charlie was possibly a more powerful witch then me. I stepped out th

"Sorry, Mistress. My wife had too much from the fruit punch at the cauldron." Prisca, my alchemist and poison maker. She has served me for years. I had rescued her from crazy researchers who had turned into a Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hide scenario. One day she's a looney with a big brain. On the other, she becomes an innocent elegant lady. But when she is drunk, she doesn't know who she is. But Sven, my phantom assassin, fell in love with her two personalities and married two years ago. "But the fruit punch isn't supposed to..." I look at the buffet table and spot the Havelock Triplets; Doug, Dudley, and Dottie.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.