Romans & histoires Enchanted Narissa

Lady Nagini casted the spell of Jaran Goyang on a night ritual after having intercourse with Sawer Geni. Under his guidance, Lady Nagini was able to complete the black magic in a short time. Three days and nights she isolate herself in the woods. And at this very midnight, for the umpteenth time, she used the spell to attract men for the sacrifice she needed to be immortal. From dawn until dusk, the spell casted. She needed the seventh sacrificeas a condition from Sawer Geni. It’s the first immortality reuirement that she had to find seven young men.

And when he had pointed out that it was also a gift from Caliste, I had grown quite attached to it. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. “You can do this, Darana.” I managed to croak out amidst a bundle of nerves. “You're the mistress of seduction. Running a company is nothing. Easy peasy.” “Are you sure about that?” Niklaus snickered as he walked into the room and spared me an awfully long glance. He had been absent last night and I was thankful for the space. I didn't need him showing up and ruining my first day.

Andre’s eyes, once a warm brown, darkened to an inky black, a clear sign of the strength he was absorbing. This was it. Soon, it would be my turn. The sacrifice of Elara would grant me unimaginable power, and I could already envision the strength that would flow through me, along with the respect I would command. Elara As I lay frozen, my heart was racing yet somehow detached from the horror unfolding before me. My gaze was locked onto the hooded figure at the center of the chapel, where the flickering fire cast shadows across his face. In one swift motion, he plunged his dagger into the chest of the woman before him. A gasp escaped my lips, but it was swallowed by a suffocating silence, jus

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

DALILAH ISABELA LUDWICK CASPIEN (born Nicholai), my twin sister, who I thought was the only one I never wished to harm. The only one I thought I cared about in my whole life. Who I helped and killed to protect. I used everyone and did everything in my power to make her the 3rd Imperial Prince Christopher's fiancee, so no one would dare to harm her and she would have a lot of power. She's the one who was born with the magic that made her able to brainwash and manipulate others' minds, between us two. The Saintess, guarded by the Goddess herself.

His silver cufflinks shone beneath the crystal chandelier. I walked toward him and habitually adjusted his tie. "What's the matter?" He put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Nothing. I just want you to meet high-society elites with me." I reached out to adjust his cufflinks. The moment my fingers touched a cufflink, a violent dizziness hit me, as if an electric current passed through my brain. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice echoed in my mind. 'Tracy's body is irresistible. Those long legs and that waist are so much better than that icy Marisa.'

She asked in a very small voice. "Definitely." She held both sides of his face. "Do you promise?" His blue eyes turned almost black. "I never say anything I don't mean." "Then I'm all yours, Axel Lysander. Do to me as you wish." He chuckled. "Oh, I so will, Claire McLennie." ***************** Jenise rolled over on her stomach. She was lying on Hunter, and all she saw was his boyish smile. "I think I might never be able to walk again." She groaned. "What are you, a horse?"

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Nerissa. She wore a cloak that seemed woven from shadows. Her crimson eyes were wild with hunger, her nails curved into razor-tipped claws, and each step she took made the ground tremble like even the earth was terrified of her. She didn’t just walk — she glided with the power of something ancient and cruel. Her smirk as she scanned the field was enough to make even our bravest warriors shift back on their heels. Ariana stood next to me, quiet, still, but burning. I felt it off her in waves — fury, grief, fire.

Narcissa said smugly, clearly proud of her work. "I had to allow for the possibility that if Ada did turn out to be his fated mate by some happy twist of fate, that she would be able to capitalize on the mate bond itself once she was married to him and had gained enough time to work her seductive magic on him." Narcissa continued to explain before she was suddenly interrupted.