Famous Male Witch Novels & Stories

Zibor asked, a sly glint in his gray eyes. “They’ll come,” I replied, glancing at him. “I’m surprised you care at all, Zibor. What’s in it for you? Humans aren’t your primary food source?” “We had a deal for free passage to Verona City, voided four years ago. I plan to persuade the Witch Supreme to reinstate it. King Kian, though we drink human blood, a young witch’s blood is exquisite. The more powerful the witch, the more intoxicating. I hear Queen Aminda Bettencourt is formidable. Thinking of it… excites me,” he said, licking his lips in anticipation.

The newscaster’s voice filled the room: “The Patriarch strikes again. Here on Adiba Street, four werewolves were killed. Their hearts ripped out and their heads nowhere to be found. Research confirms the Patriarch struck and killed them mercilessly. This shows the Patriarch is still out for werewolves and will not be giving up anytime soon.” My jaw locked as I watched the shaky footage of blood-stained streets and flashing sirens. The Patriarch again. That crazy man. His name was Patriarch Cornelius, but people had given him that title. The Patriarch was a very powerful human being. Rumours have it that he had the ability to do witch craft as well.

"Dragone has met hands with Goplinaten Witches," He said and I looked at her eyebrows furrowing with seriousness. "The witches are known for their extreme power and strong spells," She said and Lucas looked surprised. "How do you know?" He asked and she lifted her eyebrow a little. "My grandmother was a Goplinaten Witch," She said and Lucas looked surprised. "Really? I have heard that they are so powerful and the mother witch can even alive the dead," He was right. Those witches were one of their kind and known for their insane powers and strong spells. The spells could never be broken unless the reverse of their spell was not read.

“No, a human wouldn’t have been able to do what he did. He knocked the creepy man out within a second and we barely have male witches in this town. No offence to you.” “Yeah, yeah, sure...” he gives an absentminded reply, which comes off odd. Usually, topics such as male witches in the North Central always sparked his interest and I wonder what makes today different. My eyes followed to where his had diverted to and I find none other than Indian Paulson, his mate. That makes sense.

He gulped "Rumors are that you are a witch" "Huh?" "They say that you may be a witch since you're strong and have a Beta female under your control" "Wait, witches are real?" "HAHA, really that's your only concern?" "I've been called worst, now answer me, witches are real?" He had another laughing fit

Dom hung up the call and looked at me. “Who are you talking about?” I asked in concern. Things really looked heated up with the way Sky spoke. Dominic passed his fingers through his hair, “Reverend Victor Valentino Dark. My Old Man and the most powerful Priest in the world.” my eyes widened. Didn’t he say once that his old man would kill me if he knew I was a witch? “Don’t be scared. He won’t be able to lay a finger on you until I am here,” he said and I pursed my lips. I wasn’t scared about my life. I have finally found true love in life. I couldn’t let just anybody take it away from me.

Like what a real man must smell like? I giggled at the image and blushed terribly. My wolf propelled me forward and rather than just stumble at him I raised my arms and tried to make it look intentional. I threw my arms around his neck and inhaled. Ohhh he smelled like ecstasy. Olive ecstasy and some kind of expensive cologne. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, just in his ear. His big arms enveloped me, and slightly lifted me off the ground, making me feel so little in comparison. I inhaled him further and it dawned on me that he was a witch. No, a warlock … that’s the word for males.

"And each coven operates differently?" "Yes. Each has their own leader." "Just like werewolf packs," I mused. "I've read a lot about them and know a lot about that, too." "Not a surprise," I ruffled her hair. "But why haven't I seen a male around? You are all females." "Wizards are rare, and hardly survive. In fact, it is rare for a witch to give birth to a male as the recuperation for that is dire. Wizards are considered bad luck and bad omen."

Her presence commanded respect and admiration, and the coven members felt honored to be in the company of such a revered witch. Dean, on the other hand, was a werewolf Alpha from a pack in Connecticut, known for his strength, loyalty, and unwavering commitment to his pack members. His leadership skills had earned him the respect of both humans and supernatural beings alike, and his reputation as a protector and guardian was well deserved.

a male witch asked with the hint of a leer in his eyes. Her gaze narrowed at him, and her lip twitched in what looked to be a snarl. “Because I want to be,” she snapped, “and because the others have accepted it.” Most of the women in the room chuckled approvingly, some shooting sharp looks at the male witch. Deciding to prevent any more genius comments from him, Zephyra voiced her concerns. “What about your hunting abilities and plans? One of your wolves cost me a buck yesterday. He made so much noise that he probably chased off all the game for miles!”