Witch Glamour Novels & Stories

"We have a competition for you all, the winner of the prom dance competition will be crowned as the king and the queen, no matter whether a teacher or a student, the reward is a thousand dollars," The roar of applause erupted again. And all of them lunged towards the pots. I stood staring at everyone in that dim light when Scar poked me. "Come on, let's go. This is going to be fun...!" she giggled but seriously I have no interest in this stupid arrangement. "I wish I could just sit at the corner, Scar" I mumbled out in a low and dull tone. "Oh come on Juli, don't be a bore. Let's go it wi be fun" She dragged me without my interest and we got our chits.

Determined to convince Natalie, she resorted to bribery, hoping that it would sway her friend's loyalty. ‌ "Natalie, I understand your concerns, but please, I'll pay for your treatment at the salon," Karen pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and frustration. "Just help me access the new recruits’ personal data. I need to find out the truth." ‌ Natalie's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she seized the opportunity presented to her. She saw a chance to indulge in luxuries beyond her usual means and to sate her own desires under the guise of helping her friend.

The assortment of spirits ranged from amber-hued whiskeys to crystal-clear gins, promising a world of flavours and delights. Since Meagia and Rancel were the daughters of the beta and could afford luxury, they knew they could buy those whole night. Even though Rancel was the step sister born from the second wife, Rancel was a she-wolf unlike Meagia who possessed no powers. She could not hear her wolf at the age of 18 while Rancel got attention when she shifted successfully.

"That won't be necessary, I will just have to endure this until I get back to civilization." "That's it, Dimitri, you will be respectful of our host. We are guests here," I warned. "You are so right. My apologies, Miss Imogen," he bowed and took the young witch's hand and placed a chaste kiss. She yanked her hand from Dimitri's grip. "Don't attempt to swoon me, vampire, I don't like sausages. I am an oyster and clam girl." "I beg your pardon, I do not understand." "I'm a lesbian," she deadpanned.

He tried to pull her pants down but another female voice interrupted their passionate moment, " VOLDAMIRE!!!" It was a slow, seductive voice that came from his back. Turning his head behind, they both saw a female figure standing nearby. The young lady, Danika gasped in shock and fear. Without thinking about anything, she pushed her clothes up and ran to the outside, leaving Voldamire all alone. The lady in front of him was barely recognizable. She was wearing a black gown. Even the shade of her skin was dark and tanned. Her long black nails and black eyes defined her identity well. Voldamire understood that she was a witch, the eternal enemy of their race.

“I want to offer you something. A solution to your problem.” “I don’t have a problem.” “You lost her,” the witch said. “The woman you wanted. She chose someone else. And now you can’t stop thinking about it.” My jaw tightened. “That’s none of your business.” “Perhaps not. But I can fix it.” She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small pendant. It was silver, shaped like a crescent moon, and it glinted in the fading light. “All you must do is have her wear this pendant. I will take care of the rest.”

She laughed, “He never trusted me either, even before I got it. But with this girl, we can make it right. She is the key to ultimate power and wisdom, only one shows up every century or so.” “I will continue to break her down, but I need to give a reason for her absent, I only brought a few days.” “Glamour spell,” suggested Shasha. “You’ll need to kill another witch for it to work, we will gut her out and you need blood and hair from Evelyn. Have it look like hunters killed her. The vampires will benefit us. Once we have her, we will work to figure out vampire’s immortality next.” “You are so brilliant mother, I will not let you down.” I walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I had th

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.

If anything happened to my family, I’d rip this bitch’s throat from her body. “Bitch is such a strong word, Alexander. I prefer going by Camilla” The witch stood up, dusting the front of her white skirt. “You hate us so much, you can’t see past that hatred.” “What am I supposed to see?” “For starters,” The witch lifted her arms on either side of her, then closed her eyes, her wrists twirling in circles as a blue light began to emerge around her until it almost consumed her whole. The blue light faded into a cloud of white smoke, and when it disappeared, the witch was much younger than she first appeared to be. She fluttered her eyelids, her thick dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings,

The door to the attic study opened, and Mom walked a woman out. This was the fifth client this month. She was a rising celebrity who was disliked by her sponsor due to her hard-to-conceal odor. As such, she'd booked an appointment with Mom a month in advance. Today, she'd finally gotten rid of the body odor that had troubled her for years. "I'll definitely come back often in the future, Jennie. I'll recommend you to others too." The celebrity kept turning back as she walked. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, clearly satisfied.