Witch Glamour Novels & Stories

“Cute. It’s adorable how strongly you believe in your own short-lived fantasy.” Oh, hell no. I scanned her from overly straightened hair to the overpriced silk scarf wrapped around her neck. A scarf that, unfortunately, made her look like she was recovering from a low-grade blood transfusion. “Well, if you understood anything about color theory, you’d know that champagne satin is a disaster on your cool, neutral skin tone,” I said with the softest smile I could fake. “But don’t worry, not everyone can tell the difference between classy and just trying too hard.”

"How intriguing. And may I ask what is it that you hope to achieve with such a charade, Your Highness?" I take a step closer, closing the gap between us. "You may not." Her eyes flicker with understanding, a spark of excitement dancing within them. "A game of manipulation and revelation. It seems you have a taste for daring, Prince Magnus." I reach out, lightly tracing a finger along her cheek, relishing in the thrill of the forbidden. "Indeed." Creed, my wolf, growls in warning. I choose to ignore him. The air crackles as our eyes lock. The witch's gaze holds curiosity and a hint of desire. It's as if she's caught in a spell of her own, captivated by the audacity of my request.

Leina collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath, her entire body shaking from the ordeal. "It is done," the witch said, her voice carrying across the clearing. "You have your mark. You have given up your true scent. The bargain is complete." Leina looked at her wrist, at the crescent moon glowing there. It looked real. It looked perfect. It looked exactly like what she needed to convince everyone that she and Lanvin were meant to be together. But the witch was not finished speaking.

I felt a tingling sensation upon hearing the word 'crush'. "Sorry! Just wondering coz you're blushing!" Dakota still insisted. "Champagne effect, darling. C'mon! You should greet mom and dad first!" I told her as we both strode to our table. I saw Warren dancing with a socialite on the dance floor, I remembered the woman. She was one of our clients. Her name was Zelda.

“Now, get the fuck away from me. Iggy may be into gerontophilia, but not me.” Her nose wrinkled. I wonder if it is because she is pissed that I know it’s her. Or maybe her stomach is churning about the fact she’s fucking Iggy. I guess even an ancient hag like her has a standard, and Iggy is considered slumming it. I don’t care. Just care that it got her to take a few steps away from me. I don’t need her that close to my face. “Fine…” Shit Witch sneered as she wiped away my spit. And as if doing that was all it took, the wipe of her hand and the glamor was gone. I was looking at the mirror image of Katrina’s Bisnonna, the supposed good witch.

I growled, “and you, where will you be?” She wrapped her arms around my neck, “where ever you are, standing by your side, so what do you think? We have till the fireworks, so wherever my hologram is, that’s where they will focus on.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, “that’s not a bad idea actually, so the witches agreed to do this?” Her cheeks reddened, “for a price they will make millions of me.” I arched a brow, “and what is their price?”

Lore had it that the first witch had been blessed by Hermia with powers which had then passed to her descendants. As we neared, I spotted three of my strongest wolves standing guard. I nodded in silent approval as they stepped aside to let me into the cabin. A young woman rose as I entered, turning towards me. I took a moment to study her - long raven colored hair, high cheekbones, porcelain skin and a killer body. She was beautiful in a way that was meant to stun and seduce, but I was willing to bet an arm that that wasn’t what she really looked like. Underneath that glamour spell, she could be a seventy year old with false teeth.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

"Damn. This is bad. Please go back inside the secret door! Her scent will attract the Werewolves here! They'll lose their mind if... now, please! I will do something about this, just wait inside!" Zolan quickly went to the shelf and Romeo could only turn around and return inside. The door closed and the maddening scent was gone. Though the remnant of her scent was still lingering in the air, it was not that hard on the rest of them anymore. "Heavens… just what the hell was that?!" Zolan felt his knees weakened and he grabbed on the shelves to prevent himself from collapsing embarrassingly in front of the others. He could not believe that it was not just the prince they needed to hide but now