Pre Witched Charmed Novels & Stories

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.

He gestured for all his guards to move away and they did. We stood before him. Jake marched closer. “I found a relic which was peculiar to Black Rose. A Charmed necklace that made one unable to identify their mates.” My brother took off the necklace on his neck and swung it around. The Red Moon Alpha didn’t seem comfortable seeing it. “I just discovered from an old lady in my pack that it was once popular here in Red Moon, amongst the witches.” Jake continued. Witches? I pulled Jake’s arm. “That’s a sensitive topic to speak of in front of their Alpha.”

But before she could respond, a hush fell over the crowd as a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Charlotte Manson, Jace's long-lost ex-girlfriend, her face twisted in a sneer as she stepped forward to join Tracey's side. With a wicked smile, she raised her hand, conjuring a powerful spell to aid her ally in her time of need. But as the spell flew towards Jace and Marvin, something unexpected happened. In a flash of light, the spell was deflected, its energy redirected back towards its caster with devastating force. Charlotte cried out in pain as the spell struck her, sending her crashing to the ground in a heap.

Azareel reunites with the chimera animal again in his dream. "O young man, please accept my blessings," said the animal with the head of the goat, after he had finished speaking, a white light filled his vision. Azareel can feel the purest power of that light. It was not like Darrel's light, but it was holier and purer than any power Azareel had ever felt. Just the pressure alone makes the heart feel refreshed, the feeling of physical and mental fatigue relieved thanks to the light. This is the blessing bestowed by the Chimera.

This was the first time Roselle saw a grey-haired Werewolf. They said that the major indicator that a Werewolf was old and ancient was their grey hair. The woman walking towards her was still very beautiful and elegant, exuding a regal aura of probably a queen dowager. Could it be that she's the mother of the late empress? "Duchess Rowena," Elijah greeted the woman and gave a deep bow to her. Roselle followed Elijah's actions and immediately did the same. She had yet to meet anyone other than Romeo and his men in this castle – not even the Duke and Duchess – so having the duchess suddenly approaching her totally caught her off guard. Was it alright for her to interact or stay close to her?

That can't be true! But Mom never laughed. She remained standing beside me, her face serious. "You're not kidding?" I mumbled. My heart's starting to drum crazily inside my chest again. "I'm not, Jazzy." "That's why the necklace makes me feel things...." "Long time ago, there was a war between two clans. Our clan, a clan of witches and wizzards, and the clan of werewolves." I suddenly feel dizzy. I used to hear these stories in televisions. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought it's real.

Charlene is still that werewolf that was spared even after failing to turn three times. “This year should be it, Harry. I… I read in an ancient book from Father’s study about a werewolf that is called a late bloomer. Maybe I was just late, right?” Harry stared at his sister and sighed. He nods his head before sitting beside her. “You are just a late bloomer, okay? So calm down. You’re gonna turn tonight and then have your marriage next week,” Harry kissed Charlene’s forehead, hoping and praying to their Goddess that Charlene would not be a defect. He squeezed his eyes, and hugged her tight… as if it would make a difference for the ceremony that night.

Kyra inquired casually. One of the witches sneered at Kyra. She started chanting a spell, but Kyra chuckled and slightly lifted her shirt to reveal the charm which Kaiser gave her so many months ago. The witches gasped at the sight of the charm. Even Dale and the rogues looked at the charm with intrest. Creed looked at it with surprise. He is the closest to her, so he got a good look at the charm which not everyone can get their hands on.

“Myka, Titus isn’t Sirius. He won’t let me go so easily.” When Carol suddenly shifted the topic to Sirius, she saw Myka looking everywhere but at her. “So, tell me. What’s going on between you and Sirius?” Myka took a sip of her wine and pouted listlessly. “When I was a freshman, I went to Charmed and got into sugaring.” Carol was stunned. “Why have I never heard of this?”

Just then, the back door swung open and Sarah walked in, a basket of carrots fresh out of the garden, in her hands. “Anyone wants some?” She asked. Abby watched her, making sure Sarah was in a fair mood. “Abby?” “Yeah, sure. I'll have some.” _____ “Mr.Wells, you and I made a deal and you promised you'd pay at least half of what you owe but it's been a month and you keep coming up with more and more pathetic excuses.” Mr.Riverson was pissed, Anthony could tell. He sighed and dug through his pockets, fishing out a gold ring, the one that belonged to Abby Winster.