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Witches Vs Werewolves

"My sweetest little treasure, don't be naive, you are either damned or dead in here, so now be good and scream your loudest for me." Persephone [Psyche] Charming found herself sent away into a strange highschool for troubled teenagers after commiting a crime worthy of hell back home. Soon enough the Witch began to realize these troubled teenagers were more dangerous than the worst of criminals. Especially the Crescent brothers who were more monstrous than animals. °°° "No, whatever you're gonna say, no, not now, not ever. Also get out of my room you psychopath, you'll get blood all over my sheets…. Why is there blood all over you?" She could no longer control her urge and asked. He really looked like a mess. So much blood that Persephone felt it was his. His face had a tear, and his hair was just…. Well that hair was always looking messy. At her words that smirk died. Replaced with a lost look. "Hm, you're being nosy." He said, coolly. "....." Persephone deadpanned. "You broke into my ROOM." She couldn't help the incredulity that filled her voice as she said those words. The reddish eyelashes fluttered, and then slowly but surely the eyes were opened. It was worse than expected. His red eyes were bloodshot, hurt, so many emotions going in a long and horrible roller coaster.  Persephone always thought Caspian was a straightforward person. Everytime she met him, he would always say or do whatever came to his mind. He looked like he was mad at everything whenever he was around, because he couldn't be bothered to hide his emotions. This kind of open person, when they were hurt, it was too obvious for the world to see. Persephone's throat bobbed as she swallowed. She didn't know why she was aggrieved by the hurt in his eyes. Anytime they crossed parts one way or the other Caspian always threatened her. Seeing the cool smirk on his face all those times, Persephone hoped it would be knocked off his face, but literally seeing that arrogant look away from his face, Persephone's heart was pumping really fast. This time she couldn't control her brain from allowing her hand to reach out towards Caspian, her fingers sinking into the mop of hair for the first time. Despite the unsettlement she felt at his hurt, she couldn't help the wave of satisfaction and the tremors of shudders that traced up her spine as her fingers sank into his hair. It was so silky, as she imagined it would be, so soft, it would entice anyone to keep touching. She has fallen down the rabbit hole so it couldn't be helped as she combed her fingers through his hair softly, her skin enjoying the tickling and electric feeling of petting his hair. She stiffened when she heard his sigh. It was actually not a sigh…. If she heard it correctly it was a moan, a soft and gentle moan. Persephone felt something thick had obscured her throat from swallowing as she heard the sinfully soft moan. She peeked away from the hair to his face. His eyebrows dipped into a furrow but the curve and contort of his features couldn't be misunderstood….. This was a look of satisfaction. "What happened to you?" She sounded like she had choked out the words. The reply was a bit late but it came. "I shouldn't have come here." Seeing the way she was petting his hair, enjoying every minute of it, enjoying him enjoying every minute of it, she indeed concurred that he should not have come to her. But she said, "But you did." A hand descended on the back of her head. "Yeah, I did." [Mature Content] [Slow burn]

Merci_Douglas · Fantasi
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117 Chs

Chapter 1

Witches Vs Werewolves

Persephone Psyche Charming has been shipped away from Charmed Hills by her parents for her own good to a boarding school for boys and girls.

The thing was there were so many strange rules in this school, but the most glaring was– It's us Vs them, Live or Die.

Quickly Psyche understood what us vs them meant, but it was a bit problematic to follow that rule when the leaders of the Crescendos were always wherever she went.

His grip loosened at the instant Stoner said that, but he still didn't let go completely.

I cut my eyes at him, my other hand balling tightly. "Let go of me," I grounded every word out, not afraid to silently use magic any moment now.

The chillness of magic was already rising from my core, ready to envelope me when his hand dropped from mine.

His peach colored lips tenderly hooked to the side as a vicious smirk— at least it was what it looked like to me. "Welcome to Nether Mount High, newbie."

••••

Hello, I am Persephone Charming, though no one had ever called me Persephone for a long time since I usually went by Psyche by others.

In Charming Hills where I had grown up everyone thought I was human just like them, and I had successfully played the role of a human, no one had ever suspected that I was a Witch, that a Family of witches was living in their conservative town.

My Family, the Charmings were filled with witches, besides my Father– Douglas who was a human and my little sister– London who collected his genes. I and my elder brother– Victory had collected our Mother's witch powers.

My Mother was something you called a stray witch, a witch that did not belong to a coven even though I had heard stories about witches belonging to a group of other witches which was called a "coven", from my brother.

I had lived like a human for the longest time, only using my powers when it sincerely called for it until…. I hurt someone, the same hands that swore to my Mum that I would never hurt a human with my abilities.

…. After IT happened my parents were devastated, it was the first time anyone in our family had ever used their powers for malicious intentions before and it had been a blow to them that I did, even though I hadn't intended to…. At first.

They concluded that it was for the best if I left Charming Hills after the incident. I was guilt ridden, completely consumed by the feeling of regret and utter confusion. My hands that grew my neighbors gardens and helped the cats down from the trees were suddenly covered in…. Blood.

My parents made a choice for my own good that I was shipped to a boarding school outside of Charming Hills, the distance between the School and Home was long, and the Boarding school was located in a town that was completely off the map.

Nether Mount High.

"Bonehead, seriously are you even listening?" The voice of my elder brother caused me to blink and realize my environment.

I continued staring at the School from outside the gates. "Huh?" I breathed into my phone.

Knowing Victory very well I could tell he was rolling his eyes as we spoke. "You kill me bonehead, please don't tell me you're blatantly staring at something again?" Victory droned.

I scrunched my nose, my gaze leaving the school painted black. "What? I wasn't staring, what do you know? And stop calling me that ridiculous nickname for goodness sakes," I groaned into the phone.

I had an umbrella over my head at the moment while standing outside the gates as rain dropped like shower. I had pressed the bell at the side of the gate several times yet no one had opened the gates.

The environment was cold, but the chilling thing was the dark clouds that surrounded above the tall and beautifully designed school.

Victory snorted. Disgusting. "Bonehead, bonehead, when will you realize as your elder brother I have every right within but not limited to the rights of an older brother to in fact call you whatever I want?" He sounded so serious over the phone.

"Wow, someone had been reading his notes, what happened to school is a scam?" I was shifting from one feet to the other, seeing the cold air that escaped my mouth as I spoke.

"Out of point, bonehead, were you listening to what I said? Nether Mount High is mysterious, there's just something not right about it, I'm not sure why Mum and Dad sent you here but… be careful, I don't like this."

My eyes narrowed back to the school. Well he wasn't wrong, there really was something mysterious about this School.

I nodded at his comment, then heard him say, "Bonehead swear to me you're not nodding to yourself right now."

The vein on my neck ticked. "Go to hell asshole," I heard him burst into laughter before rudely cutting the call on him.

I squeezed my arms closer towards myself, ready to wait it out in the dead of night, in this thick cold and wet weather when the gates noisily began to open automatically.

It was surprising watching the gates slowly open on it's own. Even as a witch I found it eerie? Still I put my phone into my coat's pocket and carried my luggage with my other hand.

Lifting my bag I began making my way into the school. The flowers decorating the environment was more so deathly looking than lively as they were mostly a coloring of black and red. Seriously, were the founders into the gothic lifestyle?

I reached the doors which were wooden hall doors with two iron handles on both sides of it. I was not sure about my next approach so I awkwardly rapped my fist on the door

Sniffing, I knocked on the door again. It really was freezing out here, or was it that it had gotten colder?

Ready to knock again I clenched my hand into a fist but was in for a surprise when the doors began opening. I thought this was another automated setting again but I was wrong since there was a person on the other side of the door.

…. Eh it was persons not a person. A female and a male. The female had the lightest shade of red hair I had ever seen, dropping down to her chest she styled it a twin braid with a fringe resting on her forehead.

She had a tall frame and an admirable figure, with utterly feminine symmetrical facial features. On her body was a plain white long sleeve obviously relentlessly pressed by a pressing iron from the sharp lines on the corner of the sleeves, over the plain white was the darkest shade of blue waistcoat ever, only caught by my keen eyes with white stripes on the edges, a dark blue bowtie, and a dark blue pleated skirt which the white sleeve was tucked into.

Her fantastical honey brown eyes were trained right on me with lips stained blood red pursed together and hands behind her. She also had an iron necklace of a pentagon hanging from her neck.

Awkwardly I shifted my eyes from her to the male next to her. My heart beat a millisecond faster than usual.

He too was wearing a uniform, dark blue printed trousers pressed by the iron with the same enthusiasm as the girl's shirt. His white shirt was not tucked into his trousers but left flying out with a knitted short sleeve dark blue sweater– Nether Mount High– printed on the breast of the sweater, and a necktie of dark blue color and a gold colored pin attached to it.

His skin was fair but not as fair as the girl's. Bronze-brown colored locks which were slightly curled fell on top of his face whilst his face with bronze-brown eyebrows scrunched into a soft furrow, bottled green eyes slightly hooded by his feathered bronze-brown eyelashes, sharp cheekbones highlighted a bit by the mediocre lightning at his back, firm peach colored lips tinted with the palest of blues, showcased the coldest of expressions that I never thought existed.

I had thought the girl was beautiful but the boy was bursting with attractiveness. The cold and unfathomable air around him only illuminated his illusionary attractiveness.

Both his hands were also behind his back, and the iron necklace of half a moon dangled on his neck.

My hand raised up as a small wave. "Hi," I said with a casual smile. "I'm Psyche Charming, I'm supposed to be here."

Like a streetlight the girl's honey brown eyes brightened. "Persephone Charming?" She asked. "I am Drusilla Blackwater, assistant head prefect of Nether Mount High."

Drusilla Blackwater? Suppose it wasn't worse than Persephone Charming.

She shoved her pristine fair hand at me, which I gingerly took into mine for a shake. "It's actually just Psyche, not Persephone."

"Then I must be mistaken, your parents had called earlier to confirm your arrival, we have been awaiting your parents decision to send you here for awhile, Psyche." She said as I retracted my hand from hers.

Okay, that was definitely weird.

"I'm Sin Crescent, head prefect, delighted to have your arrival, Psyche." My eyes turned towards the boy as he spoke, his words were so blank making it seem as if he was just casually sprouting out words.

And…. Sin? What kind of a name was Sin? I mean with his carefully built muscles, and aesthetically perfect face, as if someone had very meticulously created it, it would be a waste not to name him Sin right?

"Welcome to Nether Mount High, Psyche." Drusilla said with a nice smile.

She stepped aside, quietly inviting me in. Walking in I suddenly stopped seeing the boy walking away into the hallway.

What was his problem?