Witches Charmed Novels & Stories

The beauty that merrily took her steps inside the building, her attention shifted as she looks at her reflection where the door opens as she is greeted by the familiar face. “Good morning, Carol.” Holding the white rabbit unto its arms that peculiarity marks with its purple eyes and the striking highlight of brown fur color. She greeted back as the rabbit jumps out of its gentle caress and onto the table where the mirror beside it reflected its true form. “Good morning, Charmaine, Mayumi.” Calling the names of the two opposite persons with their polar opposite attitude, life, and blood, but shares the same ability of witchcraft and white magic. Charmaine closes the door of their club room, b

- Xavier smirked at her. - This is something even I cannot ignore. - The witch looked at him. That was beyond her understanding. It is not how her sisters behave. They value their lives and would not throw themselves at werewolves. The risk was too big. Unless... - Warriors.- Camille mumbled, and Xavier glanced at her immediately. - What? - He asked. - There are different types of witches in our coven. The one like me, powerful enough to be noticed by Mother and raised by her, and those less fortunate. They can use simple magic, but advanced charms are beyond their reach.- Camille explained, but that still meant nothing to him.

Charlie seemed confused as he looked at me, but I couldn’t stop laughing. “Honestly,” I managed to stop laughing but my voice was light as I spoke. “I should be thanking you for bringing them to me, tied up. It saves me the trouble.” “You mean…” Charlie's eyes widened in surprise when he looked down at Maize and Dexter before realization slowly dawned on him. “Oh, I see. They were telling the truth. Too bad I taped their mouths before they could tell me everything.” Charlie crouched down next to them, patting them on the face. Since he wasn’t paying attention, I took a few steps back to put myself behind the magical barrier the witches on our side had built to keep magic from passing through

"I'm sorry; I just wanted to be clear." "You did, and you did it well. I'll respond right away. Whether I joined a cult or a demonic organization, these are my personal issues, so don't try to get any clarifications. Whether you like it or not, this is who I am. To be honest, I am a witch, and I can prove it to you," she admitted as she looked at her. She could see that her last words frightened her, but she still did it. When she flicked her fingers, fire appeared at the tip of her fingers.

I said to him and he started running through the forest back to the house. I opened the cloak and I stood in the exact same spot facing Sabine. The surviving witches turned on the wolves and they started chanting again. I saw Carl falling to the ground in pain and I used every muster of energy I had left to cast another protection spell. I felt my strength fade from me and envelope them. Carl stood up and he went after the witch nearest him as Malachi and James bit the heads off two more witches. I stood fast and kept them protected as Sabine and two other witches turned to me.

Now I'm stuck in the middle of this mess. No matter how powerful he is, can he really go against the will of the pack's leaders? My phone buzzed. It was a message from Victoria. She never missed a chance to share the latest gossip. I put on my earphones and played the audio file. Maria and her mother's voices came through: "This charm came from the Witches' Circle. It'll protect you from dark forces. Keep it with you at all times." "It's hideous. I'm not wearing that."

"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

That can't be true! But Mom never laughed. She remained standing beside me, her face serious. "You're not kidding?" I mumbled. My heart's starting to drum crazily inside my chest again. "I'm not, Jazzy." "That's why the necklace makes me feel things...." "Long time ago, there was a war between two clans. Our clan, a clan of witches and wizzards, and the clan of werewolves." I suddenly feel dizzy. I used to hear these stories in televisions. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought it's real.

"Nope, we don't want the change of attacks here, Sienna could cast the blame on you, saying that you're the cause of her madness." "Ok fine, be safe out there" I conceded to her words, as I forced myself into the driver's seat, exhaled deeply as I finally placed myself on the driver's seat. I looked out through the window, staring at the lady that was weakening all other witches with her spells in a book that was floating in the air. Sh looked more evil than a demon, wearing a black cape, I was wondering where Irene was. "This is definitely going to be a Battle of survival" I stuttered as I stared at Irene as she helped out the Queen Mother; Identifying her through the crown on her head.