Butt Witch Novels & Stories

I can hear everyone else come down and follow me as I remove the door entirely and place it to the side silently, muscles tensing. “Stay behind me,” I hear Nick murmur to Betsy. “No,” she whispered. “I’m coming.” Stubborn. Fine. We stepped into the cabin. The air inside was cold. Too cold. And on the floor— The witch’s body lay twisted, her throat torn open and limbs twisted strangely. Betsy gasped and Nick cursed under his breath. “That’s the woman in the picture right? The witch?” “Yes.” Matteo bowed his head slightly, some silent respect ritual.

I sat on the stool that night. .. I was on border patrol when Lucas mindlink about something . I knew that I hated the witch with the last blood in me ,but doing that to the girl seems So terrifying than usual and with that I rushed back to the pack house. I got into the room and next thing I saw was Dante cutting the girl like she was some piece of animal and he wasn't doing it with his hands ,he was using his powers and the girl blood was everywhere

Some of the lesser cults swiftly joined them, believing they were not powerful enough to confront Bugatti and his force. There was no way for someone to distance himself from Bugatti after they took the elixir from him. The majority of Bugatti's and his force's operations were spiritual in nature. Because Bugatti isn't quite human and has the ability to do whatever he wants. Bugatti focused on his expansion project while Prince concentrated on the planning of his parents' burial. One thing that has been noticed about Bugatti is that he usually assaults difficult sects on Friday nights.

He raised his hand and slapped her across the face, making the doctor who just delivered the baby wince and cower in the corner. “You dare speak my given name??” Burton growled, his Alpha aura radiating as his wolf surged to take control. “Now, you will watch as I destroy your entire tribe!” Kenneth had heard the entire thing after following Burton to this tribe. He had hidden himself in the shadows while Burton destroyed the village of human witches. It was dead in the night, so the human warriors were unaware of what was happening until it was too late. Burton was known to be a strong fighter even without his wolf and he proved that quickly.

Around her, small sneers and bickers could be heard from the other witches in the room. “ Didn’t you sssssay you carried out the job perfectly? How are they ssstill alive?!” The head priestess, Babita slithered, her fist slamming hard on the table before her, making Drusilla flinch a bit. “ Yes, yes priestess.. I — I did, I swear I did. I mixed the potion like you instructed—.” “ If you did then why are the Alpha’ssss people still alive?!” Babita shrieked in her eerie voice. Her voice scratched the witches ears, making them cover their ears in pain. “ And the mate girl? You ssssaid she was no more.”

Buttercup stood outside The Murky Cauldron, staring at the glass door as she debated within herself as to whether she really wanted to go inside or not. While it was nice to be able to tell Tansy all about everything she went through since working for Adrian Michaels, the whole idea of witches scared her. She had enough craziness in her life right now; she really shouldn't be adding more.

His three advisors reached a large tent and went in before him, making sure it was clear of any potential surprises, and he paused to listen when Drax, his Royal Beta, and Luther, his Royal Delta, started laughing. “What are you two giggling about,” Brit asked irritably. “Can’t you smell that, Bitty,” Luther chuckled. “Someone got frisky in here not too long ago.” Brit was a Witch, meaning her senses weren’t as sharp as Luther’s, who was a Vampire, or Drax, who was a Werewolf. “Tell us, my loyal hound. What does your furry nose smell?” Drax growled at him, Luther was always trying to get under his skin. And pretty much always succeeded. “A powerful Alpha pup and some omega girl. Twice, a few

His fingers twitched. He was coming back. “Stop!” I screamed. The witches turned. The one in the centre was ancient. Her skin was like parchment. Her eyes were black pits. This was the blood witch. Octavia. “You came,” she said. Her voice was dust and death. “I did not think you would. Most children run from their father’s resurrection.” “Let him go. Let him rest.” “Oh, he will rest. After he destroys you. After he proves that defying the Council was a mistake.” She smiled with too many teeth. “The ritual is nearly complete. Another minute. Maybe two. And Marcus Steele will rise.”

' She comes to life slowly, clearly weak from lack of food, but then her eyes flash and turn to a brilliant jade. 'Take your fucking hands off me, you animal.' Her hands come to my chest, and she shoves, but she's not strong enough to move me. 'I did not think you would break so easily. I thought the Bratva were made from sterner stuff.' I sneer, provoking her deliberately, and she takes the bait, managing to pull away from me and then shocking me when her hand snaps back and slaps me across the face. 'You are exactly what they warned me about.'

“Never really liked that nickname much, to be honest. I think Prissy Bitch has a much better ring to it.” I was about to shift into my wolf to attack him when he shoved something sharp into my neck. It almost instantly immobilized me. I fell to the ground, onto my hands and knees. As my limbs went limp, I succumbed to my weakness and fell to my stomach. He used his foot to forcefully roll me over, so I was facing up at him. The whole world faded as he said, “Payback’s a bitch.”