Wizardess Heart Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She poured the mixture into a small black vial, the glass cold and humming when she pressed it into my hand. “Three drops,” she said. “In his drink, or on his skin. The moment it touches him, the spell will bind his heart anew.” A grin tugged at my lips. “And he’ll love me again?” The sorceress smiled faintly, her eyes cloudy but sharp. “Oh, child. He’ll love you beyond reason.” I exhaled, my pulse racing. “How much?” “Everything has a price.” “Name it.” The sorceress leaned close, and for a moment, her voice was barely a whisper. “A strand of your hair. A drop of your blood. And a promise.”

A tear slid down Isis' face. "You will all pay. King Lucifer will come for you all!" She cackled and then her voice was no more when Hazel plunged her hand into her chest and rip her heart out. Hazel crushed the heart in her hands like it was an overripe tomato. The witch's body fell with a thud. Hazel then laid her hand on the body and burnt it to ash. She ran back over to Declan, her firey skin was no more. I saw the other wolves look away, as they noticed their luna was naked.

The man who could give her the world. Everyone says that Dane and I are a perfect match, that I should give her a chance and try to open my heart to her. No one says it outright but everyone in the pack quietly regards her as my Luna. So when I brought Majori back and began showing her special care, the rumors started spreading. They weren't wrong. I saw the jealousy in Dane's eyes the moment she entered the hall. She took the glass from me again, filled it, and held it out. "I'll drink with you," she said softly.

Kael says impatiently. “I just told you, it is impossible a wolfless wolf should have such strength, she probably had some witch place a spell on her so she can be this strong.” She utters with conviction. “Jessica is a fully grown and trained warrior with Beta blood, a measly wolf has nothing on her.” “Let me come out and show her how strong the ‘witch’s spell’ made us,” Willow growls in annoyance.” A low chuckle passes my dry lips.

He sensed my gaze, and behind the lenses of his glasses, his brown eyes narrowed cunningly, his lips curling into a smirk of delight. Damn it, I wanted him grabbed immediately! In the split second that this thought flashed through my mind, Ulysses seemed to perceive my thoughts, and my mouth instantly became unable to open, leaving only my eyes to express my anger. "You've finally noticed me. I'm delighted to see you again, my dear Cecilia," the wizard's mouth didn't move, but I could hear his voice in my ears. With a flirtatious tone, the cunning wizard placed two fingers of his right hand on his lips and blew me a coquettish kiss amidst the crowd.

“Everyone the heart’s ever fed on.” Zevran nodded. “And if we cut it wrong, we release them and the Dominion’s power source. Every witch Serane ever bound. Every wolf she ever caged.” “So,” Kaelira said, drawing her blade, “no pressure.” The heart stirred, sensing decision. Zevran caught her wrist. “Wait. It’s awake.” Light rippled outward, flooding the corridor, swallowing everything that wasn’t them. Kaelira’s thoughts scattered; for a moment she couldn’t tell where she ended and flame began. She heard voices—not the heart’s, but the ones buried in it.

Third Person POV Word had quickly gotten back to Jazzy that her spell had worked. All witches and those who were gifted by the moon goddess were powerless at the Higala school for shifters. That pleased her greatly. It meant that she was a step closer to riding the world of Volana wolves forever. Of course, this wasn’t something she’d be able to do alone. Not even Alpha Jonathan and his henchmen could help her with this next step. It takes something incredibly powerful and dark to take out all the Volanas. In order to do this, she needed to summon an old friend. Though, his visits don’t often come without a price. Hence why she hadn’t summoned him in years, but now that the full red moon was

"Will stay alive to witness it all. We are bound to each other, and once I'm powerful enough, I will eat both Patricia and Alice for dinner and have you watch." I glare at her. "You're insane, and as I said, your heart is ugly. Even if you build yourself a throne, you will never be loved. Not by me." June frowns, almost looking hurt. "Jessica, can you shut him up?" The witch cocks her head. "With pleasure." Magic wraps me up like a blanket. I close my eyes at the lack of oxygen and succumb to darkness. My lungs get crushed further than I desperately try to grasp for air, but it's futile—I can't fight the witch. Therefore, I give up and let myself pass out.

Zeta Wishrell it is. One by one they all sit down slowly and a bit confused but they do nothing to fight against the pull of my spell, I shoot the other witch a glance and smile when she lifts an irritated brow at me. This wasn't the first time our paths have crossed, for someone who hasn't been around wishes for a long time I easily sensed her and for a moment I'd thought it was one of my coven members who'd somehow been alive and come looking for me, unsurprisingly I was disappointed when I'd come face to face with a witch on Zander's side. I can't lie she's absolutely gorgeous, tall, tan with coffee black eyes that indicated her strength as a witch, very strong, very gorgeous. I look away

The child was a blend of the past and the present, a testament to the complexities of her heart and the intricate magic that had shaped her life. As Isolde cradled Arcaniss in her arms, she knew that his existence held a deeper purpose. He embodied the very essence of her story – a tale of love and vengeance, of sacrifice and redemption. With each breath he took, Arcaniss carried the weight of her past and the promise of her future, a living testament to the enduring power of the heart and the magic that binds us all.