Wicca Envy Charmed Novels & Stories

“A charmer’s magic works deep. It warps the senses. Makes your body crave what your soul would never allow.” “Oh, goddess,” I sobbed. “What do we do?” “We stay close to me,” Edric said, his voice telling of a foreboding. “A charmer doesn’t charm for fun. Like an incubus, she latches on. Until she achieves her aim, she wouldn’t let up.” As I gathered myself in his arms, I heard her voice in my head. ‘I’ll be back, sexy,’

That’s when I smiled. I didn’t need to touch him. I just needed the appearance of closeness. I loosened my robe slightly and lay beside him on the bed, careful not to wake him. His scent surrounded me , warm cedar and musk it made my heart ache with something between envy and obsession. Reaching into my pocket, I took out a small vial of shimmering dust — a glamour charm one of my mother’s witches had given me. A few drops on my skin, and it would leave faint traces of scent and aura that matched physical contact. Enough to convince anyone who saw us in the morning.

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.

The wind picked up, swirling around us in a frenzied dance, carrying the whispers of magic through the night. With each word that escaped my lips, I felt a surge of power building within me, a raw force that demanded release. The connection to the mystical energies of the world hummed through me, guiding my intentions and shaping the spell to perfection. I focused all my will and intent on channeling this power to my fellow witches, infusing them with the strength they needed to face the lycan threat.

Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks. "What is that?" she whispered. "A ward," Wren said. "My mother specializes in them." "You didn't mention she's a witch." "She's not." Charlie gave him a look. "Wren, this is witch behavior." "She's... something else." Before she could demand clarification, Wren lifted his hand and pressed his palm to the veil. The barrier rippled like disturbed water, then parted, revealing a narrow passage of swirling silver light. Wren gestured. "After you."

he quickly closes his eyes, “-I’ll try to link with her now.” “Already tried,” Isaac quickly stops him, “-I can’t make contact with her. She must be in the Smoking Cauldron,” he waves his hand in the air, “-you know, the place that witch runs. She has some enchantment cast over the place so magic, including our mind-linking and shifting abilities, doesn’t work. It’s a neutral playground for creatures according to Dakota.”

'But what? 'I don't know,' Theo replies, 'But I want to find out.' 'Me too,' I tell him, just as the waitress comes back with three other waitresses bringing the bottle service to the table. After they set up the drinks and retreat to their station, Charity picks up a flyer they left on the table before rushing to sit next to me to show me what it says. "LADY ESMERALDA: The Psychic Witch Of New York City" Tarot, Palm Readings, Life Readings, and More!

Her beauty was fading, but not within what one would expect--she was, after all, a woman in her 40s pretending to be in her 20s using a combination of magic and plastic surgery. When the magic went away, there was nothing left to keep the other going. Without the Master’s protection, nothing was keeping her from receiving the fallback of a lifetime of twisting nature to do her bidding. The saying goes, “Whatever you put out into the universe you will receive tenfold.” In other words, if you put good into the universe you will receive that good at ten times the scale…but the same can be said about the bad. And Enchantra has done a lot of bad in the service of our Master.

Inside held the things she was going to need to find Thomas and bring him home. Saying nothing she pulled out her charms and the old cloth her grandmother had given her many years ago. When she had pulled out a small leather-bound book, he was stunned. Thomas just watched her as she set up a spell. He was not surprised to see another person that happened to be Wiccan, but he was blown away that she would have the power to bring him back.

I ducked behind a pillar, every nerve strung tight as I watched them through the gaps. She was saying something about “blessing the womb” and how “only fresh blood and clove should be inside the charm.” I knew those things. I had seen a girl lose her mind after using one—vomiting in corners, seeing dead people. That charm wasn’t just powder and hope. Olga had touched it.