Novel & Cerita Wicca Envy Charmed

This book is not a typical werewolf romance book. There will be romance but I won't go deep into it. I write this book with a new idea. I wanted to combine the werewolves, the witches and the spiritual realm together, and I can't achieve this with your help. I thank you all for the time you take to read the chapters I update and most importantly, I'll like to request something of you; - I will appreciate it if you will tell me how you feel about this book,

“Saelari says… we’ve got mail.” The air shimmered, and a projection unfurled from a pulse of magic—like smoke weaving itself into a figure. The crackling silhouette of the old bog witch appeared midair, waving her staff with unnecessary flair. “Dearest Charlie,” the witch began, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve found your stray puppies and a vamp. Stumbled right into my wards, all puffed-up and determined. Now... what would you like me to do with them?” Before anyone could speak, Saelari surged through Nalia, her voice layered and powerful as it echoed from her vessel:

“Witch Ciara also had a book like this. She read from that and told us about the curse breaking once. According to her, we need a whisperer, a silver dagger, and me at a full moon night for better results. She had a list of some essential herbs and potions, but I don’t know much about it.” Firstly, it made me roll my eyes that Zayden compared the holy book of whisperers with a witch’s grimoire, usually filled with the hexes to fool and hurt others. While the holy verses of our sacred books were lifesaving, serving nature with utmost dedication.

“Thank you, Mr. Windsor. You can go back now.” Swenson nodded. “Be careful, Kayson. Once Eternalporium leaves, Valdis will come for you.” After that, he gave Kayson a charm and continued. “If Valdis does anything, burn this charm, and I’ll be there for you.” “What is this, Mr. Windsor?” asked Kayson. “This is called Energy Charm. A powerful practitioner can inject their energy into it and give it to someone. Once the holder burns it, the person who injected the energy will sense it.”

“Dangerous, Ciara. Falling in love is the most dangerous thing to ever happen to a witch, most especially when the one she's in love with doesn't have you at heart.” “What does that mean, great witch?” I asked curiously. “Your heart is full of hate and envy, and that's why it is dangerous for you. For the last time, I'll tell you to give up right now.” I didn't understand why the witch would want me to give up. “This is my call, great witch, help me do that which I want. I need you to help me, please” “Very well then, since it has come to this, we will carry out the procession.”

“The enchantments–how do we know they won’t twist the minds of our Alphas again? Charm our cubs into trusting black magic?” Another elder nods in grim agreement. “There are reasons the ban was passed. Reasons written in blood. Warriors fought battles against witches.” I glance toward the two women. They don’t react with words, but I notice something. It happens so quickly I almost miss it, but the tall woman’s eyes flicker and glow. Not gold like a wolf about to shift, but something palest white, unnaturally cold, and then it’s gone. Elder Vicus falls silent mid-sentence, blinking as if he’s forgotten why he was speaking in the first place.

Ali responded to the witch on my behave while I continued nodding in agreement with what she had spoken. "Very well then, you have made an intelligent choice, but as you know every secret needs to be held private, so you will have to return to your pack alone and let me and Lisa have some privacy towards what she seeks." "Very well ma, as you instruct so shall I obey." As she got up to head back to the pack by herself, Ali answered her. "Take excellent care of yourself, I hope you get what you seek for.” "I appreciate Ali, I'll see you soon."As she emerged from the cave, I answered. "So young lady what charm do you seek?" "A charm that affects memories, causing high loss of memory."

Ariana Darkness swirled around me as I chanted the ancient words of power, my fingertips tracing intricate patterns in the air. My connection to the hidden forces of magic surged within me, an untamed energy seeking release. The werewolves around us murmured in astonishment, their eyes wide with disbelief. "Isn't she an Omega? How is this possible?" As the arcane energies gathered around me, I directed them towards Seraphina, she now twisted by malice and hatred.

"Trust me, Zarek. You aren't hurting her. You are doing this for her own good. You are giving her the future I can't provide. You can be the man who makes her laugh again. You can give her the pack, the family, and the happiness that my cursed blood is denying her." ​Zarek’s gaze snapped back to the pouch in my hand. His jaw clenched. "What if it hurts her, Enzo? What if it harms her mind or damages her wolf? Magic always has a price." ​"I would never, ever do something to harm Rebecca," I said, my voice cracking with absolute sincerity. "She is my life. My entire world. I had this charm thoroughly tested on someone else first. A rogue volunteer whose pack had been slaughtered; it wiped her

"I know you orchestrated all that just to piss me off. To get my attention, you’re willing to embarrass yourself. Why are you pretending like you don't want my attention now?" The knife he was holding accidentally grazed my arm. Fresh blood soaked the silk sheets. I was sweating from the pain. But the pain in my heart was a thousand times worse. Cade didn’t even bat an eye. His gaze was almost merciless. "My mother was right. Women like you who climb up from the bottom are never respectable! Why bother hiring someone to put on a show? If you dare, just divorce me for real! Your sister is a thousand times better than you!"