Charisma Myth Novels & Stories

"What's the next type?” "Charmer. The Charmer is someone who knows how to charm others without arguing or complaining," he explained. "Instead, they listen and are lightheartedly helpful. They know how to flatter well while working towards their own agenda. However, there's often a dark side to charm, as it's usually based on some form of lying. So, charming someone you don't actually like can be a bad decision, as everyone will start doubting everything else you do." "Do you think I'm charming?" I asked, feeling a bit unsure.

She asked. “Morgana,” he leaned his face into her hair and delivered a kiss to her crown. “I do not like that woman. She is a personality type that I have seen many times throughout my life. Humans who are very charismatic, but unscrupulous. They are often attracted to positions of power, to politics, the armed forces, schools, children’s groups, medicine, or religion. They lure people in with their charm, and then sacrifice them to their ambition. She saw the power in you, and her immediate response was to obtain it, to use it to better her own position – which is a sad one, to be sure, but also one that she got herself into.”

After that, he pulled out a charm to catch some of Ogden’s blood. “That is… the Execution Charm!?” Ogden’s face turned pale with fear. “It seems like you know what it is. You must listen to my orders and work for me from now onward, understand?” A bitter expression appeared on Ogden’s face as he said, “Yes, my master!” The Execution Charm was a charm that could kill someone from a distance. However, it needed the target's blood for it to take effect. This was one of the charms that Kayson had obtained from Poison Pop. However, since it was a low-level charm, it was good enough to kill a grandmaster, but it was useless against a pre-celestial immortal who had reached the mind expansion stage.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

I murmured, a soft smile spreading across my face. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of what had just happened replayed automatically, like a film loop. I couldn't lie to myself. Beneath all the hatred, the resentment, and the burning desire to bring him down, a confession whispered from the quietest corner of my mind. "This is crazy. Absolute madness. What was I doing in his room? I actually let myself get charmed, completely carried away. Damn it."

Logan says with a nod. "My biggest advantage was never my beauty, Logan," Charis whispers, her eyes flashing with sharp intellect. "My true power belongs to my brain."

Long story cut short, I'm lusting after my boss. Marcus. Just thinking about him was enough to make my pussy clench and thong moisten. Marcus was a forty-one year old married man. But trust me when I say he doesn't look a day over thirty, he was tall and perfectly built. Chiseled jaw and green eyes that you would surely get lost in. And let's not talk about his mouth, his perfectly red full lips. I have fantasized about how beautiful they will look wrapped around my nipple. Just thinking about it now was enough to make me shift in my seat.

"Truly? There are whispers about her at the forge. Tell me, what kind of wolf is she really?" Madison didn't need a second invitation. She began a long, vitriolic tirade, painting Brooke as a manipulative, vengeful creature and exaggerating every perceived flaw. Charis listened intently, concluding that Madison’s hatred for Brooke was a bottomless well. She also saw that Madison was vain and easily led. A perfect tool. "I had no idea Brooke was such a dark soul. I actually found her quite charming before. I am deeply disappointed to learn of her true nature." Charis shook her head, a mask of false sorrow in place.

I watched her fade because I could not find the blood of the Ancient known as ‘The Myth. I felt a pang of sorrow for Alexander. The book went on to describe the tragedy of "The Myth." He had been the King of all Alphas, a being of such power that his blood was rumored to have magical properties, it could heal any wound and even bring a wolf back from the brink of death.

He was young then and a jerk too. Sarah rose to her feet. “You're at the beach. Why not have some fun, relax and forget about him. You've got a lot of things going on in your life already. This would only make things more complicated.” She chuckled. “You'd probably end up using him as a rebound.” Rebound. That word felt like a slap because Sarah wasn't exactly wrong. The whole point of her coming down here was to find a distraction and Anthony looked like the perfect fit for her type of distraction.