Witches Charmed Novels & Stories

“We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.” Freda stands putting her hands out for Ivy to take them. Her eyes linger on Ivy genuine and warm. “Be not afraid of the power with in.” Freda speaks softly. Ivy shook her head and ran to the stairs and climbed down rushing to the living room to find her dad had passed out. “Dad? Wake up. Dad. Das please we need to go.” I

Asthon wraps his arms around my waist. “ Yes unfortunately you just lost me” “ Damn to a bathroom, that hurt” he whispered before walking back into the room to start unpacking. After that, we spent the rest of the day touring the place and meeting most of the people who live there, I finally met Jamilla’s parents and they are the sweetest couple now I see how she got her personality. By the end of the day, I knew why the witches stay away from other species and live their own lives, which I don't blame them and it looks so peaceful compared to being at the packhouse, not that I would give up my members but for a day or two I will gladly enjoy the peace while doing business.

She didn’t know how much more she could take. “You still have many questions, my dear,” Charlene patted her shoulder, “Why don’t you ask them,” “I don’t know where to even start,” her hands scrubbed at her face, exhausted tears stung her eyes. “Ask the first thing that comes to your mind, and we’ll take it from there,” Charlene’s voice was soothing to her fragile soul and she accepted its calming effects wholeheartedly. “Isaac’s a witch because you are a witch, but I’m not,”

After reading a few pages on the affects this lifestyle had on men, and the tactics used to infiltrate the packs, the text on the wolves ended. She turned the page again to find text on three witch sisters. Witches also piqued her interest, so she read on. The passage began with the introduction of three witches with different talents. The first witch was the eldest sister and specialized in weather charms. She would often be called upon by the king to cast a blizzard or thunderstorm to delay the enemy army or even destroy it.

She howled, her green eyes blazing in so much anger. "Your people do not deserve any help from me and least before you forget" her eyes lessened but a frown overwhelmed her face, "Witches have nothing to do with humans. Your father classified us as evil, blood-sucking monsters,s and descendants of the devil!" She let out with so much rage, pain erupting from her eyes, "Your father insulted us, captured us, tortured us,and burned our body on a stake until we turned into ashes. He killed our children, sisters, brothers, and my mother!" Her eyes flickered not leaving him as memories came flooding as she remembered that fateful night her mother burned on a stake, her cries piercing her heart as

“No one can. Unless she carries it. Find it. Tear it from her. Do not fail me, Tremaine.” I reeled back, the blood draining from me. Spells. Stones. Bewitchment. Witches. The word clicked into place like a blade into flesh. They were witches. They all were. Tremaine, Anastasia, the whole lot of them. And my father—my father who had married her—what had she done to him? I stumbled, the floor groaning underfoot, and panic drove me to flee. But something anchored me there. A need to see, to know. My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch.

The intruders were many and their scents were masked so I could barely tell who they were or where they came from. A huge fight had broken out, but the intruders were gaining the upper hand, I caught sight of a group of witches chanting a spell to weaken our wolves and I flew towards them immediately. Not many witches can fly and since they were still on the ground, I was sure that they were not witches of higher rank. Meaning they were no match for me. I secured our pack house to protect the Omegas and the children who couldn't fight then I removed their spell from the wolves.

“Yes, I am. We are half-wolves, but we do not harm humans. We are wronged. We are all innocent. How can children can eat human meat? The children in our pack even got entangled in this mess.” Anais buried her face in her hands, covered in tears. “My name is Elizabeth.” “My name is Anais.” “Let us make a pact. Let us form a curse.” The two women put their palms in the walls that separated them apart. Elizabeth recited some words, and Anais followed her words. They recited the words all night. Preparations are already set. Loads of oil that are bought from the nearby towns surround the firewood, courtesy of the local governor himself.

He whispered to me, but nothing was getting through my head. “Sasha, get your son! He can’t wake and see this.” He demanded of me, sending a command through my body. My eyes snapped to him with fury. “I’m sorry I compelled you, but you need to snap out of it and get your son.” His eyes were soft to mine this time. I looked back to Charlotte’s lifeless body and took a hard gulp. I had to step over one witch to reach Charlie and gently picked him up in my arms. I think the sleeping spell was still on them because none of them moved a muscle.

But instead of stopping to torment me as I expected they would, Jean Marc made oogle eyes at Tippy while Kristophe reached out and touched Sashenka's cheek. My magic flared, demon roaring for me to act and I almost did. Almost. But these girls weren't frail and fragile flowers, weren't easily thralled normals like the damaged Page or the equally screwed-up Alison. They were witches, from powerful families. Tippy leaned toward Jean Marc, her ruby lips moving. She laughed when he jerked back from her, scowling. Whatever she said to him set her friends off. Nicci giggled beside her while Donalda howled so loud I heard her over the music.