Famous Male Witch Novels & Stories

Poppy said and I wondered why she looked like the leader when she said it was Lamech who was. “I have never seen a male witch," Randy said all of a sudden and we all looked at him. "I… I don't … I didn't…" Randy began but he didn't know what to say. “It's okay boy. There are male witches and they are called wizards. Many call us warlocks but it isn't a good terms. We prefer wizards," Heremuah said and he wasn't angry. “After this, you will have learnt a lot about us. Fire, it's nice to meet you again," Lamech added and smiled at Randy.

THIRD PERSON’S POV ‘I heard that you failed this time Cecilia!’ Man seated on a couch with one hand resting on the back of the couch and one hand was swirling the scotch in the glass, while his yellowish and lifeless eyes were fixed on three witches. Cecilia, the leader of the witched gulped quietly. Though she was considered as the most powerful witch in their coven she feared this man, the only wolf who was able to make her shudder with one stare only.

"I'm not deceiving you," he insisted, locking eyes with Zedekiel, “I swear it. My true identity is Raldore Nightshade, a witch—the youngest child of Malik and Yara Nightshade, leaders of the esteemed Nightshade Coven." Young Zedekiel's shock was palpable, his features frozen in disbelief as Ron's words washed over him like a tidal wave. He shook his head, taking a few steps backwards. “No. No you’re lying. You cannot be a witch. You smell different. You smell human.”

, Sarah sat down on her small single bed as she tried to digest the information that was given to her, “Yes, a spell. He is meant to be immune to things like this, but not when the witch is extremely powerful, I suspect that the witch that was used is possibly related to the royal family, those are the most powerful witches on earth”, he elaborated to make her understand what he was saying, “Who dares to cast a spell on the alpha king?”, “A crazy shewolf like Emilia Roland, that is who”, Fredrick spat, just saying the woman’s name tasted bad on his tongue; his dislike for her had bloomed to hatred over the past few days.

All the elders also stared at her as if they wanted to see her soul, and the aura in the hall became dark and oppressive for a moment. "Yes, everybody knows him," Anastasia stiffly replied, her hands on her lap as she straightened her back. Well, as she had said, everybody knows this man. He is the role model of many Alphas, a legend whose word was only second to the moon goddess. A man whose name was enough to send many into a frenzy, the greatest man in the history of werewolves, Alexander Draven.

“I’m just an ordinary person. There’s nothing special about me.” The witch leaned forward, her gaze piercing into Darius’s soul. “Oh, but you are far from ordinary, my dear Darius. You are a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks, blessed with ancient magic that has been dormant within you. The power you possess is immense, and it has attracted my attention.”

The carriage boy gutted to reveal even though he was dead nervous at the moment but not being surprised with the claim still, Princess Rosemary cared less taking him by an unexpected surprise there then again. "My veil would promise his security. I just want to have a word with the lord of young Europe." The powerful words of the mysterious woman again caught the man's breath as he felt heavy chills rushing through his vessels. Acknowledging the fact that the mysterious woman was a witch, the carriage man was already horrified enough to think straight but then hearing her intentions, he just became blank for a minute or two... "Master would murder me for this dare, lady." Immediate regret wa

I trail off confused, trying to recall any mention of them in the old stories retold over the years. “Many haven’t, don’t worry. It just means that the old Blue Moon witches spell is still strong to this day,” he smiles mischievously as I sit on the edge of my seat unable to hide my growing intrigue. “Okay, now you’ve totally lost me,” I lean in, needing to know more. “You’ve heard of Marsilla, King Theobald's witch, right?” he smirks at my reaction before carving into the steak on his plate, taking another bite.

“You’re in for a surprise, Lucien. I’ve been itching for a challenge like this.” I respond with a cold smile, my voice filled with unwavering resolve. “Let’s see if you can live up to the hype.” The tension between us reaches its peak, the air crackling with magic and anticipation. As I stand just a few meters away from the male witch, he suddenly leaps into the air, conjuring large fireballs and hurling them towards me. I quickly shout to Adam and the soldiers, instructing them to keep their distance as I swiftly dodge the fiery onslaught. The male witch remains suspended in the air, taunting me with insulting comments about my supposed cowardice.

"Male witches are usually called warlocks," said Jonathan. "Wizard was the context, not the gender. Witch is woman, warlock is man." "Hmm," Noreen murmured as she spread strawberry jam on Jonathan's lunchbox. "So, what are their abilities?" "Anything related to magic. You've seen the Harry Potter movies, right, Mom?" Jonathan asked again. He licked his jam-stained fingers. "You have a warlock's friend, Mom?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just interested in a particular topic," Noreen said quickly.