Witches Charmed Novels & Stories

I believe once I bond her to me I will learn more about her, the things which she holds in depths of her heart. “My lord, we have cleared the land where werewolves took shelter, we are on our way to destroy their other camp before they plan to attack on us”, Charlie tells from the other line of the face time. I sigh visibly seeing him all stressed out. His clean white shirt is crisped from place to place and had spots of blood on that. Though his eyes are in their normal brown colour I know he is thirsty for more blood. Charlie was like tgis from the childhood. He never got satisfied from the blood splattering on the earth from the centuries. This made him just like me, we have spent our ch

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

“Charming.” She smirked. “Werewolves? We’re primal. Pack-driven. We shift under the moon, but some of us can shift at will. We’re the strongest, physically. To us, bonds matter more than blood. Mates… they’re everything.” My chest tightened. I thought of Kelvin. I cleared my throat. “What about witches? Are they real too?” She nodded slowly. “Very. They wear kindness like perfume, but their magic runs deep, old, layered, dangerous. Some heal. Some curse. Some see across time. The oldest ones?” Her voice dipped to a hush. “Terrifying.”

She glared at the witch and then said in a loud voice, “ I don’t know what you are looking for but your plans will never succeed as I am not going to accept you in my family! No witch shall defile the bloodline of my pure-blooded family tree, you hear me!” “ But madam, it's the will of the heavens, I am the mate of your son and nothing can change that,” said the witch named Charisse. “ I heard that shifters take mating bonds seriously and don’t treat them light-heartedly, how can you ask me to break the mating bond just like that? Even if I am a dark witch. I am allowed to mate with your son who is my mate.”

The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy as Elara and I worked side by side, preparing protective charms for the werewolf clan. The witches’ sanctuary was a place of ancient magic, its energy pulsating through the air. Elara's calm presence and expertise were reassuring as we chanted incantations and infused the charms with protective spells. "These charms will shield your clan from Gabriel's dark magic," Elara explained, her hands moving gracefully over a small stone amulet. "But they are only as strong as the belief of those who wear them."

Cindy revived me from death itself, I was in the darkest place in my life at that time and she was like a ray of sunshine that put a smile on my face. I think the witches who serve under our family must have thought that I was crazy... The witches help with locator spells Incase of any emergency And they also help with glamours, protection wards, charms and other things and in exchange they get protection from our kingdom against the witch hunters. It's a win win between two different races, they get the chance to live a normal life under the kingdom of Nevera in exchange of using their powers to serve the royal family......

I hummed and nodded with an assurance that Mikayla would love them and vice versa. Charlotte’s body continued to vibrate under the cleansing of the spell. Had it not been for the magical restraints on her wrist and ankles, she would be flipping like a fish. Eventually, when her back arched again, yellow slime ran out of her mouth as she gagged and choked. The liquid streamed down her cheeks and on the stony surface, getting into her hair and garment. Yuck! The group of us stayed in the room for fifteen minutes. A swirling blue smoke encompassed the witches and the stone where Charlotte lay. It blinded our view of the events behind it. Then it changed colors to red at first, and secondly to g

Only my parents had known, and even they had been powerless. The witches they visited found no cure, only answers: the Moon Goddess’s blessing, they called it. A gift. Yet to me, it felt like a curse. What use was divine blood if I was weak as an omega? “I’m sorry, Charity. I’m so sorry.” The words spilled out in a rush, tumbling faster than my thoughts. My arms trembled as I clung tighter to her. “Please, don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

This obnoxious feeling he has towards her, that he thought had long since faded, is coming back to him. 'My aunt? She's gentle and kind, believe me. There's nothing to be scared about!' he recalled Anne's voice out of the blue. "To put it simply, I . . am the living vessel of the four Witches' blessings combined." *** Love, Charity, Courage, Humility, Pledge, Baptismal and Justice, the Gods of heavenly principles each gave birth to the uprising of the Seven Witches. There were no preserved record of the Seven's identity. And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master.