Hexed Novels & Stories

Nodding Dax smirked, “They are vermin Groban, nothing more,” Narrowing his eyes Groban nodded once, “Well I like keeping that which is mine clean, fed and with me at all times. Do you have a problem with that?” Shrugging Dax stepped back widening his eyes before turning to walk away.

Fallon asks. Azazel points to the documents on the table. “We found several other scrolls that mention the word Pestifer Mundi again. This time it’s in Gaelic.” Aon uair ‘s gu bheil anam Gemini a’ bàsachadh. Bidh sgriosadair an t-saoghail ag èirigh agus thèid daonnachd a chall air eagal ‘s gun dèan daonnachd ìobairt.

she answers him. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “I don’t even know how to talk to him right now,” Alex pulls out a little book. She opens it to reveal the name, Drago Morningstar. Adrian looks at her, “Isn’t that his…” “Shut up Adrian. I will use this,” she says. Adrian turns his head as he picks up on strange footsteps. He sees Lucifer’s armored guards walking towards them. “I don’t think you will need that,” he says and the two vampires give way for them.

"We can bury him properly,' I completed and smiled at what he said. --- Amara Finally, I had summoned up enough courage to pull the flash drive inside. It was encrypted, like I expected it to be but I also knew that it would not be beyond me. I tried my best to be silent while Jace slept in the other room. After one hour, I decrypted one layer and then, I moved on to the next layer and then another till finally, I opened a folder: Project Helix. I skimmed through lines of codes and each was a fragment of tech specs, none of them caught my attention and I didnt even know what I was looking for but I knew I would know once I saw it and then I saw a name that made my stomach turn.

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

While Alex, Nathan and my mother help Vicky and Tamara. ‘I’ll kill them! Let me kill them!’ I scream. I may have punched my Dad and kicked him along with my brothers. I was so angry and upset that Micah was gone. All I could see were those red eyes in my mind. I wanted the vampires dead, all of them. Kayla is kneeling beside me and pouring a small concoction into my mouth while I’m held down. It tastes terrible, like rotten fish. I try to spit it out, but darkness quickly consumes me.

Closing the door and semi-laying on one of the poof seats, I whip open my laptop, which was in a drawer in one of the bookshelves in the shed. Finally I can take a swing at the source codes that I need to know for this new job coming up, I haven’t been hired yet and I don’t know the full lay out but I need to understand anyway just in case. I also have an overdue encrypted-chat meeting that needs to take place between me and the Scorpion Gang. Original name, I know right. That’s also the gang that might offer me that job about revenge and shit. So, I feel like it’s important. Opening the encrypted chat, I see the leader typing... which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ).

So many houses were burning and more people being killed as the Wyverns kept on releasing ball of hot fire. Dawson returned to our side. He was breathing heavily and so many bruises on his hand. "What have you come up with?" He asked, facing me. "You have to tell the soldiers to lead the people to the pack mansion. Everyone must be inside before I release the Hex." I said to him. "What is the Hex?" He asked with a look of confusion in his eyes. "It is magical force that stops the breath of every living creature for a few minutes to wreck havoc." Alaric explained to him.

She uttered with gloom in her voice. Velmont’s brows raised in shock, “What do you mean?” He asks via a mental link. Gertrude clasped her hands, “Black fangs… The bite mark is not just a poison… it's a hex. Whoever this man is, he curses Qillalon to rot till he eventually dies.” Velmont huffed, “Can you make an antidote or a counterspell?” He questioned. “I can but… It will take a lot of time and time is not on our side,” she explains.