Butt Witch Novels & Stories

He was trying to make a deal to save his life but I reminded him that I read his blood already and if he knew who the Dark Witch was, I would have seen it. However, he probably knew now and before Cayden could kill him, he blurted out, "Sheila, the Dark Witch is Sheila and she wants Ty, she will stop at nothing to get him, she is a hybrid, a succubus, Lissa told me." The rage that I felt, I was going over all the things she did to drive a wedge between me and Addy, she played me, played us all, even Toffe and Drax had shocked faces at the revelation. Addison walked over to me to calm me down, she felt everything that I was feeling, I held her for dear life, my mind was spiraling and I telepo

“She’s not my real mother anyway.” The witch didn’t reply. Good. “Tell me more of your kind, bitch.” When ten seconds have passed and no one responded, he turned back and— “Such an idiot, you are.” She picked up the curtain rod that she used to hit him in the head, “Cyrill, isn’t it? Such a sweet, innocent name for a lustful werewolf…” His head was on the brink of cracking. The blood witch was one second away from spilling his brain on the carpeted floor when he saw her burst into flames. She burst into flames in a blink, in an instant.

My blood answered my call. I let his sharp pain pierce through my skin, welcoming the blood I needed. The blood rolled over my arm, reaching my hand quite slowly. A single butterfly formed from the wound on my palm—its wings a luminous crimson, pulsing with raw magic. Small. Beautiful. Lethal. It fluttered toward No. 4’s face. He flinched—too late. The butterfly landed on his eye. And then, he screamed. " This Bitch isn't a human neither a vampire. She is witch!"

I growl in her direction, but she remains unmoved. Vanessa waltzes around my desk, running her finger along the edge until she is standing right next to me. “You know, Bussie,” she says, and I roll my eyes at the nickname she gave to me when we were children. “I saw something very interesting at the dress shop a few days ago.” “What was that,” I growl irritably. “Your mate,” Vanessa says with a sneer spread across her lips. “Did you know that she has witchcraft tattooed up and down her arms?” Vanessa’s eyes are wide as she feigns innocence.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

It's hard to be bitchy sometimes! "What happened, baby?" Adrita heard a husky sound near her ear and her breathing stopped. His cold palm touched her bare waist under her t-shirt and she shivered slightly! She kept her hand on his hand to remove it because it was tickling her but he tightened his grip on her waist. She was about to glare at him but instead, she smiled because the bitches were in front of them with their mouths hanging open. She looked at the bitches and smirked in victory!

Russell noticed my absentmindedness and asked if everything is alright. "Excuse me for a minute please," I said and stood up from opposite him heading for the door. "Search for her dumbhead, don't let mate run away." He said again, fighting to gain control. The smell was slowly becoming discernable. With each step I take towards the door, the luscious smell of a smooth blend of sweet berries and creamy vanilla invades my senses. I opened the door to step out and search for the mate my wolf has been screaming so much for and a petite female bumped into me, Sparks erupted from the collision. She jumped back from shock and would have fallen if not for my timely intervention.

She shuffled through the notes and found the one with his numbers on it. She brought out her phone and quickly copied the number before storing bit safely among her contacts. She shrugged her shoulders as she walked back to the counter. She had just settled down when she sensed Jackson behind her. Jackson had heard the ladies discussion about how Lucia had given Roberto a cold shoulder and how she had claimed to have heard everything they were discussing a out her. He had merely smiled at their ignorance. They never knew that Lucia here was a powerful witch cum wolf who had the power and ability to destroy them with just a thought in her heart.

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.