*New chapters every Wednesday at 3:30 PM (GMT/BST)!* Experience the magic of Constance M. Burge's Charmed as you've only imagined! Join the third iteration of the Charmed Ones as they struggle with the loss of their sister and the implications of he...
A/N: Thanks to the support of readers like you, Third Time Charmed is back! My little "what if...?" novella has been extended into a full series, covering the key events of Charmed's Season 4, albeit with some magical twists and turns. That's 84 new chapters to enjoy, picking up right where the novella left off—after that dramatic cliffhanger. I hope you enjoy reading what's to come as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The Third Time Charmed continuation is dedicated to the memory of Julian McMahon, who sadly passed away on 2 July 2025. May he have found the peace that eluded Cole. Blessed be.
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Paige sighed loudly as she dropped onto her sofa, got comfy, and pulled a blanket up over her bare knees. After what felt like the longest week of her life, she wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch with Buffy and the Scoobies, and the bowl of sweet popcorn she just microwaved. Realizing that the TV remote was just out of her reach, she huffed in frustration, heaved the whole coffee table toward her, and reached for it.
Beside the remote sat the stack of occult books Paige had borrowed from the library earlier that week, which remained unopened. She supposed she was clinging to the hope her new sisters would be the ones to teach her about all this Wicca stuff, but it had been a week since their last meeting.
Over the course of that day, she had confronted the Source of All Evil with her new sisters and brother-in-law, met the ghosts of the birth mother and grandmother she had never known, and learned of a nefarious plot surrounding the death of her other sister, Phoebe. Since then? Nada!
She'd called a few times and even left messages with Leo, but Prue and Piper were always too busy to answer. Paige didn't want to bother them, of course, but was it really such an imposition to return her call? Didn't they want to get to know her? No, she shouldn't think like that. Their loss was still so fresh. She understood only too well what they must be going through right now.
For now, the best example Paige had of a witch was the redhead she was watching on screen, but somehow, she didn't think Willow's abuse of magic was that accurate a portrayal. At least, she hoped it wasn't. When the end credits rolled, leaving her worried about Willow's slow descent into darkness, Paige picked up the remote again to change channels, and it happened.
Her head spun, her ears rang, her skin tingled, and her eyes snapped shut, forcing her to watch the Premonition playing out in her mind. She had experienced two others that week—the first allowing her to avoid a coffee stain on her favorite blouse, the second giving her the winning Lotto numbers, though the ticket had mysteriously gone blank after the draw—but this one was different.
In shades of black and white, she watched a woman being chased into an alley. A man... No, men didn't have pointed shark-like teeth, and their hands weren't...tentacles!? A demon was attacking her, choking the life out of her with its elongated arms. When the vision was over, Paige frowned in confusion at the remote in her hand and the cat food commercial now being broadcast.
