Witch Words Spells Novels & Stories

Between the pages of an enchanted book, the cursed werewolves have been trapped for centuries. Their fate now rests in the hands of Verena Seraphine Moon, the last descendant of a powerful witch bloodline. But when she unknowingly summons Zoren Bullet, the banished werewolf prince, to her world, their lives become intertwined in a dangerous dance of magic and romance. As the line between friend and foe blurs, they must unravel the mysteries of the cursed book before it's too late. The moon will shine upon their journey, but will it lead them to salvation or destruction?

"Daegal, I–" Prince Daegal placed a finger on Naomi's lips, stopping her protests. "Shh, Do not think, simply feel..." he whispered as he pulled her flush against his chest with his fingers trailing sparks down her spine. "But... Nezetta..." "She's not here." Daegal loosened the strings at her back that held her dress together till they fell to her ankles. And then he claimed her lips in a fiery kiss that made her toes curl. ... Beautiful, smart, and successful, Naomi Walker has it all but the mysterious deaths of her parents haunt her every day. In her search for the truth, she finds herself deep in a twisted version of her favorite fantasy novel after an unfortunate explosion during a blood moon. Reborn in an unfamiliar body with powers she doesn't understand, Naomi seeks to find her way back to her reality but is caught in an intense and complicated love triangle. Also, Naomi must navigate wicked political schemes or risk losing both the world she has come to love and the one she was taken from.

I've been married to Salvatore Falcone for seven years. He's a mafia Don who drills raw terror into everyone's minds. While I'm the Donna whom he has announced to the world, in truth, I'm just a mistress who serves as his human shield that can warm his bed on the side. Salvatore has betrayed me countless times over the past seven years. The first betrayal occurred when he took my ring off on our first wedding anniversary and gave it to one of the escorts in the clubhouse on a whim. The second betrayal occurred when I collapsed in the kitchen out of exhaustion. Instead of saving me, Salvatore blamed me for not preparing the hangover tonic for him in time, so he had someone dump iced water onto me to wake me up. The third betrayal occurred when I suffered from massive bleeding when I was five months pregnant. When I begged Salvatore to go to the hospital with me, he told me that he was keeping Valentina Caruso, his childhood sweetheart, company while her cat was getting fixed. For 2500 days, I swallowed all of my grievances, agony, and tears. Last night, at the banquet of our seventh wedding anniversary, Salvatore had taken Valentina's hand and sat her down on the Donna's throne that was meant to be mine. At that moment, everyone looked forward to seeing me humiliate myself. This was the 101st time he betrayed me. After the banquet was over, Salvatore didn't even bother looking me in the eye. He just said icily, "Don't forget that you're only a mistress to me despite our marriage." At the crack of dawn, Salvatore wakes up with a hangover. He tosses his soiled shirt at me out of habit. "Wash this shirt immediately. I'm going to wear it tonight." As I gaze at him, I caress my belly, which is slightly swollen. "Sorry, Mr. Falcone. This is no longer my duty." Salvatore most likely has forgotten that we've signed a contract when we first got married. The clause states that we will get divorced seven years later. Today is the third day before our contract comes to an end. I toss the marriage certificate and the pregnancy report into the shredder on the spot. In three days, my unborn baby and I will disappear from Salvatore's world permanently. This time, I will never look back.

Yvonne Brooks, a brave young werewolf raised by a powerful wolf witch, faces her greatest challenge on her eighteenth birthday. As a student at Latan City University, concealing her identity becomes perilous amidst witches and a relentless witch-hunting priest. When new students arrive, Yvonne finds herself torn between love and hatred, defying her father’s orders of an arranged marriage and risking her life. Discover the mystery behind her father’s decree in “Moonlight Queen,” a captivating tale of werewolves, vampires, witches, and love.

The Storm Pack were cursed by a witch. For the first two weeks of every month, they wont be able to shift into human forms. They will roam as wolves. But then as they start getting threats from another pack, they knew they needed to fine a way break the curse. And the only way was for Alpha Decker to go to a witch who was hell bent on getting revenge on his people for the death of her best friend. He had just two weeks to convince her to help him. How easy would that, considering it was her late best friend who laid the curse, and the hate and anger in her heart?

It was impossible. It was a catastrophe. The Alpha King. The heartless, cursed, untouchable Alpha King who had never shown an ounce of interest in any female, had just found his fated mate. And it was this one. This trembling, cursed, white haired nobody from the ass-end of nowhere! ~~ In a shadowed realm where werewolves crush witches underfoot, meek Winter Moon , cursed with white hair and a tragic past, bonds with the silent, savage Alpha King Ezekiel Crescent. As her witch heritage unleashes shadowy powers and old vendettas erupt, their fiery attraction blooms into forbidden love. But can a frozen heart truly thaw before hatred devours them both??

I am powerful, the most powerful witch until I give birth to a vampire and a half-witch. An Immortal Baby, the immortality of a baby was dangerous to every race, to vampires, werewolves, witches, and especially humans. Compare to Vampires who are naturally immortals, immortal babies are stronger and had no control over their thirst. How will I protect her against the world? How did I become a mother and a wife of vampires who I consider enemies? Will I fulfill my responsibility as a mother to her who they consider a demon?

Set in 90's times... Jennifer used to be a cold hot headed teenage girl. She was living a normal life, not until she met Akira, a college guy who spilled a 1peso worth of juice on her 7,000 worth of peso bag. She then ended up being in love and in a relationship with him. One night under the full moon she witnessed with her two eyes how her boyfriend turned into a beast that the folks used to call it as a werewolf. She was totally shocked, however, she didn't feel afraid of Akira. Akira confessed about his true identity to her. She learned that every werewolf has a mate and that will only come within their breed. That makes her to persuade Akira to turn her also into a werewolf because she was afraid that Akira would be mated to another werewoman. As Akira fangs pierced on her neck, untold history before them, began to unfold in her mind. And when she totally became a werewolf, she ended up killing Akira. Her life of being a witch with a blood of a werewolf started. She came to the underworld to avenge her parents- the powerful white witches, who had been killed by the black witch and a father and son- werewolf. There, she saw again the face of the man she love, with a modest beautiful woman beside him who turned out to be Akira's mate.

Everyone said I was Domenico Calvetti's most obedient woman. On our first wedding anniversary, he flirted with a pair of twins at the gambling table. He had lipstick smeared all over his shirt. I smiled and wiped it away with a silk handkerchief, but he swatted my hand aside. "Don't kill the mood." In the third year, the star performer from the club he ran showed up at my door with a gun pressed to my temple, demanding to take my place. Without flinching, I disarmed her using the technique he taught me and disposed of the body myself. Behind me, he held his new lover and laughed softly. "Lucia, you always know what to do." In the fifth year, he blew up the library my father left behind just to make his new flame, Marilena Rossetti, smile. That library was my mother's favorite spot when she was alive, and it held the only photographs of our family of three. The explosion made me the laughingstock of the city. People whispered, "Signora Calvetti can't even protect her own memories." Everyone believed I could never leave the Calvetti family or Domenico, but they forgot how this all started. Back then, he rescued me from my adoptive father and fell in love with me at first sight. He knelt and begged to marry me, swearing he would protect me from blood and pain for the rest of my life. For ten years, I held onto those empty words. At our tenth anniversary party, his hundredth mistress arrived. Alice Russo, fresh out of college, held a glass of red wine and poured it down my gown while Domenico watched. "Signora Calvetti, this dress is so old. Given your position, you should be wearing something better." Everyone at the party waited to see my humiliation. Instead, I lowered my eyes and dialed Domenico's father's number. "Father, the ten-year agreement is over. I won't be Signora Calvetti anymore."

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.