Watch Bewitched Movie Novels & Stories

One shove and my shoulder splintered the lock, wood cracking as the door burst open. “Elizabeth!” I was ready for blood,ready for fangs, claws, magic, anything that could explain the terror in her voice, I was ready to fight. Instead I froze at the sight before me. There they were, Elizabeth curled on the sofa, wide eyed but perfectly fine, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap. Beside her, the witch calmly turned down the television volume with the remote, her lips pursed as if annoyed at the interruption. On screen, a woman ran screaming through a foggy forest, chased by something unseen.

It all happened like as if it was in slow-motion however, the limestone power had Lucia petrified immediately and the power that she had let out from her staff just before she got petrified hit the Limestone without warning, there was an explosion that sent Beverley flying back and falling to the ground in force. "Beverley!" Joan was the first to scream and at once, she stood from the ground running to her helper and all the witches screamed running towards her too but by then she had already blacked out. Back in Mellisa, Evelyn opened her eyes and felt Locken's hand wrapped around her. She knew she had committed an abominable act, but she she had to do it so Locken would just let her go or

He gently placed her down and watched her. The cold wind blew, and Julia shivered. Zeke blanketed her with the hide and tucked her in. The wind blew again, trailing her scent and intoxicating him once again. Zeke closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes and exposed his ruby red pupils that glowed with malice. “My sweet, sweet, human girl.” He moaned in delight. He combed her hair using his fingertips and placed it close to his face. The mere touch of her hair against his skin made him want to claim her.

He waited for a while to see the result of the trick that he played. “Uhh.. Urgh..” Caroline groaned, feeling cold. She pulled the sheet to her chest to cover herself, but it wasn’t working. Witches were also human, so she was reacting in the same way, just like another mere human. She didn’t have a habit of sleeping at such low temperatures. She lazily opened her eyes and looked for the remote, but she couldn’t find it anywhere; turning around, she looked at her handsome mate who was sleeping without a t-shirt, showing his abs without any sheet. She quickly reached near him and hugged him. Artemis hugged her back, and Bolt mentally howled in joy when their plan got successful.

Carefully weighing each one, she began, ‘I call upon these persons here present…to witness that I, Mira Elizabeth Lang…take Dan Edward Dymoke to be my lawful wedded husband…’ She’d done this before, but on that occasion only her head had been engaged. This time it was important. This time she meant it and maybe that did make it all right. Because, even if he never knew it, she was making a true vow with her whole heart. Then it was done and she was looking up at Dan, forcing herself to look as if this was just another meaningless ten-minute wedding, her expression

I turn around. Just a few feet away from the punch stand, under an old maple tree strung up with thousands of tiny flickering golden lights, Bea’s wizened face is illuminated against the darkness. She’s wearing a long black dress with a tasseled gypsy shawl, her long grey hair piled in a plaited bun on top of her head. Even though she’s probably not in costume, she looks like a convincing witch anyway. Her face is slightly turned away from me, and she seems to be speaking in a low voice to someone standing in the shadows.

Only God knows who asked her to watch scary movies alone. It didn't take long, the power came back. Her room was still dark because the lights were switched off but the tv light lit so brightly. She flinched in fright, thanking her stars. The movie pops on the tv screen, it was the part where the evil witch with blood dripping down her mouth was walking slowly towards the woman, who kept on moving backwards with the help of her hands and butt. The witch walks until she is close to the woman, and then, she disappears only to appear behind her, stretch out her hands with long nasty bloody-looking fingers, and hold on to the woman's shoulder.

A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the room, casting a pale blue light over my features as it replayed the scene below in high definition. I watched the silver-haired witch move. She was a debacle - a beautiful, jagged error in the fundamental laws of magic. She shouldn't have been able to summon that scythe. The weight of the Mors Aeterna should have crushed her soul into dust, yet she swung it like she was reclaiming a lost limb.

, I said, gesturing towards the map that covered my entire desk. Percy walked over, still keeping his head down. He looked over the map quickly and then placed his finger on a small alleyway between the town bakery and blacksmiths shop. “Was she awake when you found her Percy?”. “Her eyes were open but she didn’t respond to Mrs Potter. Though she was unconscious when I lifted her into the wagon, sire”, he answered. “Thank you, Percy, that will be all.”

“Ah, family reunions. So... delicate.” As we settled back at the table, the atmosphere became more cautious and civilized. The witches, Bella included, leaned in intently, their eyes glinting with enchantment. With a flick of their wrists, they summoned shimmering magic trails to dance over the plates, carefully probing for any hidden traces of poison.