The Witch Luna

Most fairy tales known to man feature witches. They always paint my kind in a darker shade, the villain of the story, the root of all misfortunes, the cause of earth’s damnation.They forgot one thing: black is not the only color in existence. There’s good and bad in every species. It’s what keeps the wheel of life hanging in the balance. My tale started when I came of age. Like typical fairy tale stories, when the heroines came of age, I was supposed to use my feminine charm to seduce strong men to earn their protection so that I could live happily ever after. Except that my life is anything but a fairy tale. If there’s any consolation, at least I’m the hero in my story and not the evil witch depicted in most books.*****My full power was unlocked on my sixteenth birthday, or so I was told. Mom took me to the makeshift library in the coven, where she spent her nights when she was not traveling. She guided me to one of the single-seater couches and sat on the opposite side facin

The cave reeked of a peculiar smell—a damp stench, a suffocating sulfuric emission, an ammonia-ish odor, and something rotten—enough to make me nauseated. Rats and bats are most likely the culprits, to some extent, and the rest comes from the chemical reactions from mineral deposits. I decided to search for a dryer land with better natural light. I walked for what seemed like hours, climbing, crawling, tiptoeing, and sliding into different sections of the cave. Exhaustion started to kick in when I found an opening. I walked a little further and found a plantation of aconite plants at the end of the cave, Wolfsbane.The area of the aconite plantation is like a sandwiched shelter between rock formations with merely a six-foot gap. A pile of teak trees barricaded one side. The tree line resembles a fence aimed to conceal the cave opening. With the overgrown bushes and vines, the cave’s mouth is completely hidden. If you cross the teak trees, it will lead you to the deep forest, while the

If our speed doesn't drop below 100 miles per hour, it will take us twelve hours to drive from the human-populated city back to Silver Mountain Pack.This is the only land travel I hate the most. The route was not bad, but we had to take a parallel road to the perimeter line of the River Bed Pack. Though Silver Mountain and River Bed are not considered enemy packs, we are not allies either. We share a two-hundred-mile boundary line with them, requiring nearly a third of our warriors to take several shifts on border patrol to avoid rogue or non-pack incursion. They do the same from their side of the perimeter line. Most of our border patrols engage in glowering and growling contests with theirs at any given time, or so I’ve heard from my father’s Delta and Gamma. I was wasted last night and swiftly drifted into a deep sleep the moment Arci stepped foot on the accelerator.I don’t know how long I slept, but I was startled awake when Six started getting restless. “How far have we reach

It’s been three years since Dad disowned me. I still remember that day. I got so furious that I relentlessly cursed the Moon Goddess for pairing me with another Alpha as a mate. I have no physical attraction to Nate, but the mate bond messes up my head, and I feel protective of him. I have this whimsical desire for his company.When my connection with the Silver Mountain pack snapped, it became clear that I had lost everything and everyone dear to me. My chest tightened, and I fought the urge to thrash everything I laid my eyes on. I was enraged, but I couldn’t blame anyone. I have a limited time. I stepped out of the packhouse and ran through the thick forest, allowing Six to take over. I ran for what felt like an eternity until the breeze suddenly changed. I raised my head to sniff the air. I crossed the border. I was out of Silver Mountain Pack.I have never looked back since.Today, I prepared a surprise for Nate to remember that fateful day three years ago. I wouldn’t say romant

Note: This chapter contains explicit details. Discretion is advisedNathan was pacing in his office. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. The ferocious Alpha, known for being ‘in control,’ is now a picture of distress, of inner turmoil, and mental chaos. There were no traces of his usual indifference and calm demeanor; there was only hatred, guilt, and a self-deprecating scowl. The memories keep playing in his head like a broken record, and he can’t even stop it.[Flashback from the previous night]Laura arched her back to take in Nathan’s mouth as he explored her pleasure spots. His tongue circled her erect nipples as he rolled the other between his long, calloused fingers. He planted kisses from her breasts to her belly button. He explored her creamy, soft skin inch by inch up to her clean-shaven mound. The atmosphere was intense. Laura’s moans filled the air with every passing second. Her eyes were full of lust and anticipation for what was to come.Using his knee