I am not the proud owner of Charmed or the characters + plotlines in series or comics. This is mostly based on the show with the exception of Cole being alive + a secret you'll learn quick. I only own my OC/s & plotline for what I have planned for this book series. All in all, it's more like a spinoff of the original, but whatever.
This is dedicated to the lovely, talented, and wonderful human being known as Creativecolette who Colette Redthorn is based on. It's not entirely accurate, but it's my way of letting you know how you've inspired, motivated, and helped me over the past few years. Vote, and comment what you think + share if you're enjoying this. It's an updated, edited, complected version of the first WT Book, kay?
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"What are we doing with our lives?" Colette Redthorn asked, having took a seat next to her friend; Dylan Brimstone.
"You like me want to be a writer of sorts." Dylan answered with a small smile. She had strawberry blonde curls that fell past her shoulders, clear cat green eyes, and she had lived next door to the Halliwell manor for years.
Colette had dirty blonde hair that fell above her shoulders with dark blue eyes. She had moved from England to America for a short time- or so it had been her original plan. She was four years older than Dylan who happened to be seventeen.
"We are watching a pointless movie." Colette pointed out, proving her accent to be as thick as ever.
"About two girls who come from two different-" Dylan added, until she was rudely cut off.
"Ladies." A tall man with short black hair, and green eyes appeared in flames causing Dylan to choke on her words. He wore a debonair grin to match his handsome features.
Dylan had always believed in the world of the Supernatural, but this new appearing thing terrified her a bit.
Colette took in the man with a small smile on her face. She kept staring at him with a light in her blue eyes as her friend elbowed her in the ribs.
The two girls had jumped up from their place on the sofa.
"Who are you? What are you, and why are you in my house?" Dylan stared at the man who was only slightly alright in her eyes. She got the feeling that he was untrustworthy, but looking at him; she wasn't sure how to feel.
"I'm a demon, and my name is Cole Turner. I need your help getting my ex- back since you are humans. You'll do perfectly to die." He answered as a fireball formed in his hands, aiming it at the two girls.
"We are not going to be victims, today." Dylan picked up something, and threw it at the strange man.
Cole felt pain strike him as the two girls made for an exit.
Dylan, and Colette headed for the Halliwell manor with no other thought in mind. They rushed in, slamming the door to find that their escape had been too easy.
"Good going. What do we do, now? If that thing comes after us, and attacks your-" Colette halfway finished, somewhat short of breath.
Dylan cut Colette off by roughly grabbing her arm, and pointing to the stairs.
Colette was shaking her head at the thought.
"Do you want to become a victim of a violent man who's a demon?" Dylan asked her friend who gulped, shaking her head.
"Up the stairs we go." Colette mumbled, and took the initiative to dragging Dylan along with her.
They found themselves in the attic, whilst the manor appeared to be empty with no commotion happening whatsoever.
Dylan loved how cozy, and old fashioned the manor felt. She had always wondered what it was like to explore the manor ever since she was a kid. Her mom was keen on telling her that three sister witches lived next door, but the fiery teen never believed such a thing.
Colette walked over to a podium with a big book sitting on it. She opened the green leather bound book, and began to read what was written on the first page.
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"Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
The oldest of Gods are invoked here,
The great work of magic is sought,
In this night and in this hour,
We call upon the Ancient Power,
Bring your powers to we sisters,
We want the power,
Give us the power,
We invoke thee."
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After Colette finished saying the spell, orbs of white light engulfed the girls, and disappeared into them like it was nothing. She stared at Dylan who looked completely confused.
"What did you just do?" Dylan inquired as Colette shifted guiltily on her feet, softly shutting the book.
"Honestly, I'm not sure." Colette replied just as the two were caught off guard when the attic door was opened. She stared at Dylan in question with frozen fear written all over her face.
Dylan was unsure of what to do, so she anxiously rubbed the back of her neck.
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